warm friends
are sitting
by the fire
the are laughting
the are proud
of the spring wind
which are carrying the
eternal lilac fragrance for
the best friend
by the fire
the friends
draem about
feelings
which the dark
nigt is carrying with stars
my friend Olaf
cherishes a hope of
the stimulation of sea
of lights
over us
in the starry sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem