Hey wandering dandelion
Listen
Listen to a mourning soul
Wailing in depth of sorrow
For freedom
Just little freedom
Only to dance through flowers
And to kiss lips of bees
I need no food or clothes
even not a shelter
I only have to be free, for a moment
And that moment will come
When I let me go
I will let my soul soar through the skies of blue
to reach the happiness
I lived in vain for years
But now I don’t live anymore
Here all threats and all in danger
I’m dreaming, dreaming of freedom
When I can dance with dandelions
Where I can make love to ants
Just little freedom Only to dance through flowers.., also men like the flowers sure the flowers that are women! Thanks for Sharing Poet 10++!
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I would like to translate this poem
A wise man wrote Nothing can happen which has not imagined first. That; s what your Love Poems do - imagine love into being. And you imagine freedom into being by invoking the tiniest, humblest things - dandelions, ants. There is an optimism that runs through these lines like a major key melody of a song you keep singing because your belief is strong. I realize this is poetry not reality, but it is preparing you and your readers for the best possible outcome. We can't control the final fate but we can work toward the best and happiest. That'd what your poem says to me.