dipped his beak in somethin' sweet....
sweet as a green sky
just after streaks of red-gold-pink
catch the last fire
and let it go....
so damned sweet it hurts.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoy this. My imagination ran wild and I recall how sweetness may cloy even the most delectable of sweetmeats. Be blessed.