Filmed on the libido of a firefly,
The storm flared up as the lovers went inside:
After the honeymoon, and down from the mountain,
They thought to drown again underneath the moon,
But they held out of metamorphosis,
As it turned out nothing could change- their marriage
Didn’t last, but it surely rained again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guess rain has more stability?