In the gloomy forest
Where no birds go
In the gloomy forest
Where once, long ago
A young man walked
Along a muddy path
In the gloomy forest
All in the dark
He was stolling along
Whistling a melody
A little bit drunk
From a late party
When he met a strange figure
Who immediately said:
Get out of my forest!
And with that the drunk man fled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowed nicely. Well done.
Thanks for the feedback. : )