I fall in love with a Sunday's night
For it was a cheerful suprises
Of my life!
I fall in love with my pen
It gives me courage
In the absense of hope
Nothing ginger the spirit of a poet
But his wisdomic lines and qoutes.
I fall in love with their betrayal
For they can't wreck the happiness
Of a flying lark
Over the sea of their stumbling blocks.
And uncountable insults
For we grow by rising others
For we grow with patience and silence
That we embrace
In peace with passion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem