what bothers me
Its the unfaithful summer;
what follows me
The long turned belief
Of impuned love;
It came once, annonymous
stirred my sense
acquirred trace of lovely poems
Sorted the variety of names
In entire desert
Eyes dressed with sobs
Overflew the deep canals
Resorted sleepless tremor
And
Timely ticks entered into
The prosperous vineyard.
30/8/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To be frank, bit difficult to understand.