Man:
July morning in my heart
intimidates the poetic muses
a thousand stars in the sky
heralds lyrical fulfillment
You - wolf do not even know how much
I like the dawn full of dreams
I love the morning dew
sometimes the star falls to
my pond and warms it up like
a spell from a fairy tale
Wolf:
and I like shooting stars
which shine very brightly
like a star of fantabulous kinsfolk
born of my wolf's dreams
I like secret trails of You - man
to the homeland of the fairies
sometimes I dream about
lilies and their wonderful fragrance
that bring dreams
with the most beautiful diamonds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem