Noosed by nooky dream at noon
by south-easterly and nonplussed,
no-no being non compos mentis lest
it is non committal yet.
Still nostalgia raucously recoil for no show
Note worthy of no show
like novella cuisine,
but numb, nose-dived being nosebleed
Like nosy parker.
When nudged by nubile stance
Nothing nothing but only sweet nothing,
of smiles of sweet songs for deep love glared
In lovers eyes flared up
those precipitate in the night.
of smiles of sweet songs for deep love glared In lovers eyes flared up those precipitate in the night. this nooky dream makes a real sweet sloe to me....its incise real verse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really a good one with its depth and sweet verse.