The reed geminate
As whitish hook,
Dirty yellowish
As it grows.
When the time came
To arrive,
It become
Attractive
As it's twenty feet
The young girl
Like to take it
Showing their reflection
To their King.
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A girl is born
Flat chested
As she rolls
Under the cover,
Flat chested
As she run in the yard
The time yet come,
That we see small
On her flat
The time yet come
As she fold her arms
As she come across the plane.
The bees come
To see if the flower is open
For them to suck the nectar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a nice write, Phiwokuhle. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks