my muse is dancing
in the light & shadow
in my poetry & in my soul
in my cradle & in my grave
to the music I beat
to my quill-flute fleet
her glow shines in her
halo & her face wears a bee-hive smile
I am a blind bee
we are soon to flee
to nestle in a glee &........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem