No where to go, I am not in hurry,
Luxurious forest, luxuriant youthful trees,
Luscious colourful darkness; zone free
Dear lusty deer on the soft meadow
My maw restless, hiss.. hiss... hiss...
Damn mawkishness.
Rather I like to play a role of lycanthrope;
I am shadow-overwhelming overweening shadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem