She danced to the silvery edge
in pretty cheerfulness.
In her was a new pink bud
waking up to the brim.
In solemn silence she came
gifting men a life of fleshly love.
She promised it and men fell.
The devil was happy.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine poem! A bit different. Love it