You’re wooden,
But look hungry.
Today,
I give you leaves.
Tomorrow,
If you transform,
Look at me,
With eyes brimming with joy,
I’ll make you a feast.
“Of me.”
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
You’re wooden,
But look hungry.
Today,
I give you leaves.
Tomorrow,
If you transform,
Look at me,
With eyes brimming with joy,
I’ll make you a feast.
“Of me.”