My golden heart is growing on and on
As I meet the world around
it gets entangled to more and more
so lovely but loose is my heart's gold hairs
the locks are passionate and lusty too
as I race ahead I sit upon every rocky man
just to see his mane of chivalrous thunder
Alas, every rock I sit upon is mossy and dirty
But I love the ferny seat and get entangled sadly..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely done.liked it very much.