"Light dawn at you, when you make sense from her rule"
1) Dressed in a boxy suit,
Darkened specs and pompous snickers.
Dread locked hair, dangling in pride.
He picked his way with indecisive motif.
2) The Nightingale flew past the dale,
She pushed of her feaces into a pale.
The hunter made an effort,
But the Nightingale merged with the air.
3) The street seemed tiled with marble,
Words his ear has been whipped for, seem not a fable.
Crystal ocean and harmless feasters,
His mouth wouldn't co-joined any longer.
And he....
Lost in my lines?
Do you get my point?
No?
You see! You're a stranger.
"A stranger does not know better than the soldier ants."
Let me show you the way!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem