Flings are like
mushrooms that come only
once a year and
matching it with
thunder,
flings happen because
someone has become
too irresistibly
enticing
you wish you do not
like it you wish nothing
happens
oh. like the mushrooms
flings you harvest
a delicacy and cook it
yourself and then
eat with relish what the
other wants to refuse
but you are equally
irresistible and when
these two forces meet
they clash on whatever
they finish it off
down to the last drip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem