you
get to her my voice
and see
if you can
a write a song.
i have heard
your voice
beautiful
angelical
and i am writing too
my song.
your voice
were like
the last winter
wind
then
the rain
of the last spring
then
the breeze
of a hot summer
that cool off
my hear
and my brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem