The most fertile soil was in your arms
The most sweltering sun in your trunk
The brightest sunshine in your eyes
Watching me with passion in your lurk
And I grew green, so green
Cooling off in your permanent rain! !
O kindest farmer
I'm singing your elegy
To let myself free
From the nightmare of lonesome days,
Preparing for the flight of death
Over its territory
That is borderless!
I want you alive
I fear you may die
So let me sing of your death
To your eternity in reverse!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting concept reversing idea of life and death. Intriguing imagery. I love this line: Preparing for the flight of death over it's territory That is borderless! Really great poem! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Superstition inspired this, you know! I'm glad it worked! Thank you!