I'm - bilingual double
as double chocolate.
Hell was at first inside me.
beated me like the rain.
From high upon my soul
someone added a cream.
and my first dirty poems
came to saint rhymes with it.
Royals were white and black.
two linguas, two fotos,
and as a monument - Wagner and Ioann
for Sodom - Lot didn't turn to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We call the ice cream treat you mention a sundae and it makes an unusual image of the soul but if the Psalmist can compare the soul to fruits and wine, we can use deserts. There is an overall sweetness in this poem. It's just the opposite of a dostoyevskian poem like my DIMITRI'S SOUL. You show JOY can also be a path to soul fulfillment.