the spring will come more quickly,
than anybody expected it.
the climate for us is changing itself. this way are
telling you, from the forecast.
and when it heats up,
it won't be sufficient to twist the neck
hiding the face from the hot sun.
it for you and this way will baking
in appropriate moment.penetrating
through the thin skin, it can paralyse
delicate tissues and to dream we will start
about the sour cherry of cold water, poured out to
the head, until for us a cuticle
becomes numb, assuming the appearance
without one feather
can feel the warmth and heat of the season through your simple, lucid and clear verses. about the sour cherry of cold water, poured out to the head, until for us a cuticle becomes numb, assuming the appearance hats off again.10/10 Way to go lady!
lovely one came so naturely from a sweet lovely poet.. nice and great well penned.. 10xxx hazem al..
i liek the title and poem.. i have no idea why time is racing....... it is trying to catch up before we pollute even it to death.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Satan set up the factories in Eden poison blowing from chimney tops, for supremacy started nuclear race and blasted the Eden's blissful base. CP