A scene worth while a crack and split,
A barrels apparel bent over,
Two little ticks leave the clock,
To make a sea water tear,
Now near enough comes close,
The vegetable garden that winks back.
A vintage watch with no sense of time,
Clobbered state bites any sense of style,
Seasons rearrange to pull up the weather,
Potions nowhere near a cure,
A growing pain gives you more
The heat repeats and leaves a shudder,
Clucking like a lovehead await another fix,
The heat of another leaves a shudder,
The skeletons closet reveals another,
The butterflied stomach rumbles to a halt.
Clucking like a lovehead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the choice of words you have used, they evoke beautiful images and emotions, great poem, thanks for my poem comment too :)