She had a hard time
But when it came midnight bee's played so beautiful
Whisperd to the bee
Scratches on his back, scratches on mine
Breath hot on the bee's ear, pulling the bee's hair made her gasp for air
Pulling the bee closer to her
Beautiful Bee's made love like honey.
Dreams are like haven
mind full to blow
tears flow with the flow, an his love fades into the dark
your back up startes to fall
Little bee, little bee please come back home..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is something inherently very personal in this poem, the verses are so so so close together as to suggest intimacy between the poet and a significant other. At least that how it comes across to me. great work tfs.10/10