Day plunders its
Sun around
My eyes,
Until I am of
Its ship,
And I go,
And the women
Don’t
Love me,
But their children
They are so
Beautiful;
It is such a
Shame that
They should have
To grow up,
Into
The over
Sexed
Orchards
Of the
Know.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very wise observation's, stolen perception of the academically missguided. Cool work((: :