You tell me the
English word for electricity
And I will drink all
Of your wine-
And call you a butterfly
Underneath the
Sun- picking the
Flowers from
Graveyards-
Carrying away your
Feelings-
To the candelanrums of
Too many ancesters-
Across the canal or
Underneath the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice picture in the mind.