Nightingale
L
Liza Sud
0
Altın Yaprak
Nightingale sings not for fables -
But to blow into his beloved,
As God has blown consciousness
In the soul of created man.
Because - to blow - is a sacred thing,
Unstick lips that together stuck,
So flowers drink rain in spring,
So God commanded to love.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş