The trees drunken with desire
Sways in the lonesome night
While she lingers
In thirst for love
Perhaps
A new romance
Or a new friend
Or a new beginning
Would only suffice
But she is a woman
What would they say?
The next-door neighbors
The colleagues
The society
As if they themselves
Were not born out of desire and passion
As if it is not right to love and be loved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem