Red ants!
Thousands of them;
Seen everywhere in your room,
With the muse of the African heat.
Digital!
Cutting edge;
With new towns and old towns,
Viewing the land of your dream.
Red ants!
In love with your land;
To take a trade,
With the muse of the African heat.
Votive, motive!
With the opening paths of love;
Like connoisseur of literature,
But, love is the essence of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ending is very nice, yes you are true in saying that love is the essence of life, well penned poem, thanks