A poetess asked me
to accompany her
as
I had said
do sing for all at Niagara
Glad you all enjoyed the beat
the viruses heart will bleat
and
will die of the cold
if not the heat
and
yem beee of beedee
you always have
your own interpretations
of seeds
human
animal and plants
all at some time do seed
you too one day shall
have to your own feed
those who genetically evolve
from your lovely unique seed
hope like flowers
'twill have beauty
and
then you will say
HIGH PP ME
come and see
the beautiful flowers
replica of me
Locked 2 cameras Drowned immersed and coiled in dreams of a tiny virus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As the lines add on explicitly multiplies. Beginning with a melody took us all through the life one lives bringing to close with a flower replica of me. Magnificently woven not at all missing any. Stupendous work. Admirations and appreciations.