seeping
seeping
waters
butterflies
giant
that
glide
feasting
over
the
dust
of
the
bones
and
the
seeping
of
dews
of
the graves
mixed
with dews
of
the
night.
seeping
seeping
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh wow man! What an eloquent and sublime write Poet...enhance crea`tif couler and the result is a piece that zings still with the energy you had when you penned this dew. Thankyou. Artistic and intellegent.