as a child
I take a look
this world
a luminous bubble
swept by winds
fades
the morning of rains
they are lucky to meet the morning of rains with a smile of child. essence is that, Milena!
Luminous bubbles are child's fantasies, which often burst into nothingness and disappointments (swept by the wind)
Long is the night for those who keep awake, they are lucky to meet the morning of rains with a smile of child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morning rains, blessings from above, as is a smile of a child! ; D