Great is a secrets hold.
A secret can here none unfold?
By me a secret told to she I told.
Whom is my other kept her other then.
It was shocking then when open mouthed.
Better off to never drink of it.
To think if she wont drink it but from me.
To be or not to be of it afraid.
Than all the other snakes that got away.
Faggots of wood that lay beside the house.
Seeing deep into the woods, I will not go.
My secret friend please come.
Before against the smooth limbed oak.
Again I must in waiting, I explode.
The pain is burning grass I feel the cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very interseting and intricate like...one of your better works! lol -SG