As tall as the trees grow how
did you convince him that it
was a small valley
running down the middle of it.
With undulating hills on both
sides of it.
With trees that could talk
and bushes
without leave, here I'd walk.
Kissing as kissing goes swollen lips
lips full of life there I'd lie.
With my eyes on the moon forming
to soon
over my head then she'd smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem