In our city the snow never melts.
Usually it's
indistinguishable from the grass and asphalt.
In our city the sun always shines.
However, it's
often moonful
or
moonless.
In our city all live forever.
Sometimes
they pretend to be dead
and hide
among
roots.
The myths of a city of wonder....i appreciate..well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write.....very holy as it sounds and implies