A love is a dove
flying high above
only comes her true love
until she has had enough
her breasts quench my thirst
as a yearning thirst
is in the Hearst
and out comes a burst
a summer gust turns to gale
as my wind sets sail
and my release is a bail
as court rooms begin to fail
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is the only release. dead befor Death