Midnight summer
In this shallow room
A boy
Sitting at the corner
He heard a voice
A voice that never been heard before
Nor anyone in this room
Grouchy
Vicious
Tormenting
And strange
Poor boy
Sitting at the corner of the room
Terrified and stunned
While hearing unfamiliar voice
Consciously
He decided to go where the voice came from
Where it all began
Everyone sound asleep
There is unnecessary noise
Made by maid
Nor even the conjecture of the gardener
Until such time
Where he finally found
The room where it all began
The strange voice
He peeks
At a quarter, open door
A momentary look
He can't see a thing
Only a shadow of a big man
Rocking on a bed with a familiar room
He tried to figure the stranger
Suddenly he saw a woman
Underneath the stranger's body
Until he cried and petrified
He ran to the kitchen
And sit at the corner of the room
Weeping and quivering
And disturbed
After a long wait
Now that the stranger was identified
But before he could make a noise
He saw his body
Bathing from his own blood
They were slay in this room
Slaughter by a man
That nurture our plot
Hassled an important person in my being
This is where it all began
Midnight summer
At the corner of my room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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