scice we get along so swimmingly
i thoungt i wouldnt be borring, asked about your physical dimmension
and devouour all the flesh
here in the shadow of this cherry blossoming tree
i write some lines about the tenderness we shared
or maybe im not reading reading small writing
whatever thi dull mortality get as keats said
Watching stars sitting amongst green foliage
A kiss, and definitely to do gods will
your ornamenture would hamper you at the rebirth
and the saphires
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem