Her drowsy head, mid summers heat.
He lifts his right wing, which is limp,
nodding satisfaction.
To hear him sing,
inside upon the water where the lake.
Indistinct these lakes are distant to between.
The oil on his feathers where they are green.
Spread across the open water,
romance has left seven separate trails.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tampa! lol Excuse my stupidity iip! lol I adore the title of this confident Drake with several ducks paddling in his lake, of a poem! lol I loved the limp wing image and the green of the plumage. Smiling at you Tai x