You have forgotten, - why,
I am sorcerer-girl
I don't sleep dear, never,
My gossiper-magpie,
Not sleeped also, and
Has brought a tongue to me...
Is not present a secretly
Which, will by informed...
All roads go to Rome...
Only not a road of Fat-man...
I like this clever poem. The writing seems to come from an enormous deepness..straining to reach there, and touch..(smile)
intriguing but calm...wisdom that call and reveals reality in a cup......i do believe in you...very beautiful poem i ever read...thank you.....A 10+++++++
Delightful write Tsira....always a treat to read your work....Fi 10+++
Dear Tsira, glad to hear from you again. This work is very interesting, but if you want me to vote, answer why that 'fat-man' can't get to Rome. By the way, where did you manage to find 'gossiper'? Konstantin. P.S. Say hello to you husband.
The noisy magpie, a tale of sorcery and gossip, well versed by you, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a clever write..but its nice...