Lust!
Through the dark;
Bow, oxbow!
Through your acts;
Bush, ambush!
In the land of your muse.
Ox, oxbow!
Seeing your works and,
Knowing your ways;
In the land of your muse.
Lust!
Like the reflections of the mirror;
Giving us a picture and,
Telling us who you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem