Opera
Big and thin, is blue
A curtain, background
Made of silk or cotton
Blows wind, or breeze
Sea, ocean with the waves
Isolde is on ship
To Mark, king, is carried
Tristan, the agent
Then potion off the chest
It is love, not revenge
And Wagner, that great
Shades, colors
Music from pot
And grab those plots
Act I, II and so on
It is love, super art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem