In the warmth of her inbox, hibernates the strange intruder
The cave replica looks at the intruder in surprise
As if a thousand years of deep sleep had just been broken
The whole soul of the sleeping cave awakens-
In the vibration of the anther of the wonderful flower
Latent heat of the impeccable beauty of coition exists in its soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem