Lil‘ by the side,looking at the rail
Sitting on and by like a being so frail
Moans to her where her ‘oughts stay
Großwardien, Brindavan along the sail?
Come back to me you being of sweet
In Dunarea-n land again we meet?
Like times of sands where the fishery lay
In cradles of snow and the beat of heat'
Friday, November 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hate,love