(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
Enamoured, inflamed with love, naive of love for an age.
My forlorn heart, branded with ardent concupiscence.
Transgression of divine laws, my tears,
flaunted what lay uncharted.
Sparrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again you will be amazing us with your dedication to that unknown gardener... I'm happy and excited to read your works... and analyze its depth...(smile)