Seek me further lovers as I lie stranded on the dunes
Disillusionment is as normal as a fork to the spoon
Oft it is that my face it crinkles into the sun with regret
Never can I whisper proud about this that I let
Cast away all that has cut me to paperdoll size.
Breezes blow away the smallest butterflies
Now I’m a beast, a nympho a taker of hearts
And I would like the fair winds to just leave me apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem