The drifting dawn
Singing sultry song
The muddling mood
Holding winged world
The feathery feel
Craving carefree spree
The move indeed
Under frisky need
The yearn to be got
In your mighty thought
The wish of warmth
Beneath your arms
The upholding truth
Of our nameless root
Seems me more truthful
Than the truth of truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem