It was a single dropp of dew
first scraped together by tiny feet
of two Rockhampton bugs,
that fell into the eye of the untamed shrew
who, not the kind that would accept defeat
then turned to her for one last time.
One eye was crying now, it was all hugs
and kisses and not really a crime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good short poem, Herbert. Liked 'dew first scraped together by tiny feet of two Rockhampton bugs'. Thank you.