Such labours wall me.
Though her ghost may haunt me.
Spluttering in my murky lake,
She shugs-paddles out anyway
knowing my waters'll quake.
her intentions cast?
entangled I cannot last
with but one desperate flail I'm hooked,
the ending may be booked.
she is my catch to no avail,
time's sharks never fail,
his deep blue monsters will be our end m'dear.
once more back to those dark deserts i so fear.
we are and were, always so far yet so near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem