FLUTTERING, bizarre, rattled
in the night, some one keeps
knocking on the doors and
pipes, this poisons wrapped
in love.
TO many maps, to many ghost,
to many pills on your bed
room rug, this poisons wrapped
in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No idea what you're on about, Dave, but boy do I like this set of haunting, mysterious, scary images. Do you mean 'too' in the second half? Warm regards, Gina. (10 marks) .