Serve me this goblet of roses.
A glass with two branches.
A glass that stands like a tree
and dancing, of the branches, breeze.
Serve me this brown faultless hill,
that grows motionless still,
beneath the sea breath
molded, full of ageing breath.
The Drink is my Divine, loving give.
The Hill, my toddler, tender five.
Tell me what zit does not vanish
or the spots that pinch!
And the shadow below, a divan new of sleep,
and the shadow below, a divan full of sleep.
THE END
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The way that you would put your words together in this poem is indescribable and magnificent. Keep writing!
I really like your way of writing, simple but beautiful.... and I also like to keep my works simple as possible cuz I it is better to keep things simple as possible
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its simple and perfect, realy good delivery. I like it.