Comforting hope

At night, in a dream meadows
dewy twilight passes over my head.
In the ears of the world go astray,
when playing
the most beautiful fairies 
flutes sweet voice.
Caution I raise my head,
in the middle
winter inside the breed 
of your budding spring.
Within me turn melancholy chords,
and the struggle for life rings. 
Budding hope for a better
to increase the slender shoots, 
white meadow wool.

Hope to build a nest inside me, 
I will give it
a restful place to grow roots.
People around the world 
are reading my poetry,
they are full of struggle, 
life, story comforting.