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.