Flew the sun away to see,
Bringing its glorious desire to me,
And holds the pleasureable scene,
In this operetta plead to be!
Series of depiction to plein air,
With thoughts of unsavoury lair,
Is a mêlée of a dreadful stare
Truly to this operetta bare!
Whilst! Believe to this melancholia night,
Seperated by an indolent light,
A grasp of a romantic height,
Oh! What an operetta flight!
As i sedulously beg,
In this seasonal and seductive wreck,
My underact happiness and stability fell,
And lies to this operetta melt!
As they profounded an operetta to sell,
Whilst! This soulful operetta to me,
Akin to a disgusting operetta!
A playact to an operetta and cried!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an enjoyable read...