Rising expectations,
momslikeme.com her moon is to full.
Inside of the sun lazily I drift by.
Quite times like these are but a dream.
One queen for Solomon I have not seen.
Eddies merge towards the middle.
Mainstream over the river Styx,
to silent is my noon.
I taste it the trinity of love,
though their faces can not be again seen.
I know too useless are unnecessary deaths.
For the lack of just one stable poem.
Loud or quite in the beginning I strain at the darkness.
It like you it drains what is left of my soul.
A lonely child today, tomorrow a young girl.
Breast pumps loudly sucking,
after a days crossing, the river comes her boy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem