Roving back through wild centuries
At rust and ripeness time
To land blood wet, martyrs fed,
A water melon still conceives
What alone bears peace-a sweetheart,
Summer's blood, timber scent-
Each slice for life time sweet,
Munch you as you would grapes or kisses.
Her only hope, wish for nothing on earth
Save eternal be her internal love's season,
ever juicing the embittered world.
So profound when reading '......bear peace= a sweet heart, summer blood....'
A biography no less with brevity of words.Enjoyed reading.Thanks for sharing.
A great write, flowing smooth and fruitful. A red seedless slice of delight.
An intresting and intriguing piece. Thanks for sharing such a simple and elegant work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Descriptive and meaningful! Good poem indeed, ; D