Fine linens and White sheets,
Smell of decency and clover,
Beauty is now in retreat,
Seems sex ghouls
Have taken over,
All the romantic-sweetness
Of Love,
It's over
Over and out.
Oh how I miss,
Those white cliffs
Of Dover,
And the salty white
Foam of the Sea
That never again
White pure will be,
As even tears will lose
Their meaning and transparency!
As Purity of White is murdered,
Taken away forever from humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem Sandra, is it not amazing that those fossils that claim that everything is poetry get offended at the thought of purity and dignity? Keep your standards high and be proud