dancing with you.Decked by the
frills of wavy, white,
gauzy garment, your pride,
prerogative.We are content,
safe, drinking the minerals, from
where we are. Not at all eager,
share your full energized orgy.
A core of us, crave to lead
Our lives, ordained by The Supreme.
Our boundary line is land.
Dare not trespass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem and well informed warning to Helen!