Both Andersen and the author are clumsy carpenters.
( 1)
You push the wood plane,
Just like driving a canoe,
On a calm sea,
Drift slowly ...
The shavings spread like waves,
Disappear at the end of the sea;
Wood grains are like undulating lines in poetry.
Bring greetings from the years.
Without a flag,
Without gold, silver and colored silk,
But the emperors of the world,
I won't be richer than you.
You take a kingdom of heaven,
Balloons carry flowers and dreams,
All innocent childishness,
They are all your ports.
(2)
Golden quicksand
Lost your fairy tale.
With me—
Ignorant smiles and tears
I believe
Then everything is a seed.
Only after burial
Only when you're alive.
When I came back,
Eyebrows are white.
The desert has become
Green world
I want to rest here.
Between flowers and dew
I'll find it again.
Feelings lost in childhood