In the coldest domicile in this winter,
I'm inside her hand made quilt with her!
The body heat and Carbondyoxide;
Heaven is on earth in this epical night!
That's my wife whom I fostered as my type;
Myth of heaven never was true in this life.
Chill outside and it doesn't bother me;
Me with dreams, beer, at times with whisky!
Alcohol is a medicine when you know limits;
A peg of whisky a day is also a cure of diabetes.
Things are under control, cold will end;
With desires, dreams, all seasons I spend!
By Chan Mongol
December 6 of 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem