Often I dreamt of
destroying her city
of islands and lakes.
I felt that she’d see
the heap of her city and regret
what she did to me.
I don’t know why,
But dream, I did.
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simply lovely one when wrought through imagery, of course of unique genmere, well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
'heap of her city' struck me hard..