That is the way I want..
While self throttling ..;
Poetry tenderly walks..
On the stones pulse,
Agile, friendly..
Precipitation sumptuous in Alacrity temples..!
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That is the way I want..
While, the night approached in a full taste
Watchful eye and dexterous hand
In catching what waving..
A white dream, to a text white..!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Mariteta Maglas