A night out, from boredom grows
Thoughts take shape in winter clothes.
Mindless drinking, powdered ket
Allows a moment the brain to let.
Teasing approach, must take measure
Wholly in search of that simple pleasure.
Soon morning comes to order me home,
And such ends this silly poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful train of thought, well articulated and nicely encapsulated in good rhyme scheme with insight. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Fionn.