And now, forever there
our old unforgotten parc
through the autumn foliage where are you can now
to be in the frack alone,
marvellous and gold
how one unforgotten dream.
Oh yes, do not be, be old
miracle as living teatcher,
he goes to the sun and sand.
Our parc on the earth and
on the picture.
The golden colors of hours;
there are this forgotten and
famous haus and
two hearts, two romantic
finished moments where you are,
dressed idle in the frack.
So that, goes a time,
wills to be happy.
We are living in the tact.
And now, together and to further
going both through golden
sleeping moon in the darkness
once more are there all
what can to remove to be soon.
And you are absent, oh may be
to my never and walked dream.
In the frack you are dressed,
will be in the stormy big waves
of the stream.
November 2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem