Dear, dare!
In the land of your muse with the problems at hand;
Over, ever!
With no trace of yours steps any longer in my room.
Lover, over!
Like the ways of lust that ends in sorrow;
Lust!
With a clothing line;
Lust!
With an official response;
Lust!
Under strong condermnation;
Wore, ore!
With the ways of your life in this village;
Lust!
It popped up.
Lust!
Calling the bluff;
Lust!
It is not fair to reap where you have not sown;
Lust!
Providing such incriminating evidence;
Of your real age!
As brought up in the News Papers today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem