My Song
Shallow perhaps I am,
Tongue sharp like fang,
What I cared for,
Was given to me.
Dreamy as I was,
No quill in my hand,
Though I write to you, for
time to come
should not make it pale…
albino feathers like night’s shadows.
Moja pjesma
Možda sam plitka,
na jeziku britka.
Što mi je stalo,
to mi se dalo.
Onako snena,
rukom bez pera,
tebi pišem za neka vremena
koja slijede
ne želim da blijede…
