I heard. And at first light I leave,
Siberian fox may be the best,
I know a babushka near Vlad
she'll stitch it into something very warm,
and it will frame your lovely face
so that your deepsea eyes will peek
to let me sleep in vivid dreams
about the essence of what all the gods believe.
Herbert, where did your sardine poem go? I was going to write a comment about it. It struck me as so funny, as that is one of the things i had to pick up at the star this evening...not for me, but for the other person who lives here...I thought it was cute, and you took it off! Best. T.
Ah, whar a wonderful way to dream about.... Best wishes, T.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write, as to be expected from the excellent poet that you are Herb! *10*! Thad