Whisperers can
you truly say
coveted near your
lips, ,
not silent, rumours
pass your way
and slyly make
their slips.
The prying slink
with slippery voice
works cleverly
and cold.
He does his evil
secretly,
then lays back
In the fold.
Waf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can practically feel the omnipresence of a slinky snake, slithering around near one's sleeping lips, whispering, disclosing secrets about one's private dreams.
There are people like that. Beware.