Little River

[Bassim]

Dear people, here is my new poem. Please, would you check it for mistakes.

Little river


Little river, my faithful friend,

please, carry me on to your sisters in the south.

I promise I will write to you every day and send

birds with the messages.

I will tell to the yachts to give you my greetings,

I will pray for you from sunrise to sunset,

I will do anything you want.

Please, carry me on to your sisters in the south.

I cannot endure coldness any more.

Darkness shatters my soul.

My body withers away.


So many years we have spent together

like two lovers in a passionate game.

I know every part of your bed.

You know my secrets.

Nobody kissed me like you.

Nobody gave me so much tenderness

But now my love I am finished.


I want to smell the sent of jasmine before I die

I want to sit under an acacia in blossom

and feel the warm soil under my feet.

I want to be a child again, play with butterflies

blow dandelion clocks in the field.

So please, please carry me on to your sisters

in the south.

 

[RonBee]

Perhaps:

I will tell the yachts to give you my greetings

...

But now, my love, I am finished.
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What are dandelion clocks?

 

[RonBee]

Perhaps:

Little river, my faithful friend,

please, carry me to your sisters in the south.
​

:-D

 

[RonBee]

:up:

 

[banderas]

You are talented, I liked it:up:

 

[stuartnz]

What are dandelion clocks?

If it means what it would here in NZ, it refers to blowing the "fluff" off dandelions to tell the time. The number of times you have to blow to end up with a bare stalk is "the time". So three puffs, three o'clock.