Dream by night

Dream by night, dewy meadows twilight passes over my head.
In the ears of the world was lost, then the ring
the most beautiful fairies flute sweet voice.
I lift up my head with caution, in the middle
winter inside the grow your own budding my spring.
Within me turn to melancholy chords,
and the struggle for life rings. Budding hope for a better
increase their delicate sprouts, white meadow wool
a dream inside rotates around.
Let's hope to build a nest inside me, I'll give it a
a restful place to grow roots.
People are astonished to read my poems,
they are full of fight, life, the story of comforting.