On the lake has woven | a red light of dawn.
Loudly in the forest | cocks of the wood mourn.
An oriole is weeping, sheltered in the hollow.
Only I’m not crying. It’s cheer in my soul.
I know that this evening | you’ll go for a walk,
We will sit together | in a fresh haycock.
I’ll kiss and squeeze you | till you find it jam -
No one can judge the | full of ardor man -
You will strip attires | under my caress,
I’ll make my love sot | to go the whole length…
Let the birds continue | loudly to mourn.
There’s some merry grief in the light of dawn
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A very well crafted and poignant write! Rich in imagery and depth! Keep it up! Thanks for sharing! 10+++ Love and Peace for always! ...