A song of bed
Composed in love
Play in the air
Of new knots of pain
Polished beats
with diagonal crossings
Keeps away my knots
And rhythm of a melody.
Strings of my violin
Burnt in the heat of new song
Broke down again
Without the song of despair
A song of bed
Composed in love
Played in my violin
With new rhythm of a melody
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I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful poem on love and bed having haunting expression and nice collocation. Thanks for sharing.