If I take a break
If I take a break from this realm of berry seeds
Will you take a stroll with me to the land of golden bees
And drink and drown with me, under the crimson rosy sky
As the clouds flocks and clutter over the rivers flowing by.
Basking on the dew drops forming on the grass
I shall recite for you poetry from the poets of our era
And build a little castle from the sand and the seeds
That I stole from the kingdom made of berry seeds.
The oranges and mangoes hanging from the tree
Shall make huge shadow under the gilt of canopy
And I shall bead a necklace just for your pretty neck
And bend on my knees, to ask for your hand up-straight.
Without any flutter or pauses ringing my trail
I will bow down and pledge the holy grail
To take the walk with you to the aisle rather than wait
Because we are partners for this life and the many nexts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem