............'dear' is this why 'you' milked 'it'
'dear' is this why 'you' milked 'it'
or is it just because
While your looking out the window
you see children running round.
And still you know that freedom, they
will never let me have.
Bought my soul 'I' never sold
it is the power of my heart.
For a single dropp of my rich milk
thats full history and here inside my head.
It is not in the actual milking and though
I lay it by your hand to keep me safe.
It is not where your hands move it to,
as they roam across this land
'dear'.... is this why 'you' milk it,
when my head is 'void' of brains.
and this is why i love you, all the more.
Do 'you' milk it, just to watch the milk
come shooting out and like that comets
tail,
when it flew across the sky that starry night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem