Wetness is my language
My arrival comes
With a drowsy drizzle
Lovers lose themselves
In my soaking
Sensuousness
Melancholia echoes
Within the waves
Of a girl’s dream
Poets create poems
In the darkness
Of my torrents
Verses vie in urgency
Flirting on transient shores
Rhapsody in rhythms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the darkness poets creat poems, right..