the buzzard in the heavenly cloud of Artemis
is flying over the dreamy king-of-the-Alps at a rock
the orange tip is sitting on the poinsettia full joy of muses-melancholy
all philosophikal ways of butterflies are beautiful
the angel is crying and creating the angelic tear of luck
this tear as well as ambrosia are falling into the calyx of the poinsettia
and the paradise lily is full of the eternal dew
the divine flowers like my poetical time of fulfilment
the Little Red Riding Hood is shouded in the fairy tale writing
the fabulous druid is picking
red-capped scaber stalk boletus rufus
foxi boleti
and the dwarf hears the words of three mushrooms full of glow of hope
trooping funnel mushroom:
I idolize the throne of Apollos´ muses
horn of plenty:
I admire wonderfull wings of an owl
yew´s ear:
I adore thousands of butterflies over the marshland
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem