Wading thro' darkness
Dripping like gems of pollen dust
From wings of black butterflies,
Driving my way thro' drizzles
Of honey in random drops of rain,
Moist with memory of a sweet past
Eyes annointed with
Dim star-light
Soaked in evening dew,
The rippling river alongside
Drunk with the love of a smiling moon
And I driving across time into a land of blue bliss
Lying at the end of road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem