Alas! ! !
Your fruits bewitch the flawless soul
Your frame restrains the royal one.
Where are you from my humble giraffe?
As calm and bold like the Murray river,
flowing in perfect harmony with nature.
There you are shooting as the star, yes that star I saw in your eyes
Your fruits bewitch the harmless soul
like eve the fruit could not resist
refrain you must oh precious one
There is venom in the tree
Restraint is the golden rule of enjoyment. Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare. A beautiful poem, well conceived and elegantly crafted with conviction. Thanks for sharing Folashade and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Folashade. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.