The Feathers Of Oblivion.
The void word like chaffy grain,
Inject not the fox in the brain.
Give me a peg of your maiden look,
And a page from your gypsy's book,
Opening the window of your first spring,
Breaking the innocence of the forbidden,
Lift me, lull me with fathers of oblivion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem and an enjoyable read!