It is lush, tropical, fruitful, it is never to hot it
never snows, it is always ripe, it is waiting, to
relax in between the petals, a rose so pink
weeps, the small streams trickle by on either
side, it pushes a button and honey flows, on
the other sides, the forest is thick, soft, hers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and romantic with gorgeous imagery. 10 Karin Anderson