'midsapaytan' means we promised
what a lovely words from my island
how many of those drifted to antartic
it's a sweet things to do at a moment
brings trust & unbelievable closeness
flux for perfect molding of warm flesh
how could you unmold without hurting
it's almost next to impossible; it does
takes a while but it will pass real quick
you will be singing next coming of moon
that's what i say but we react differently
what did i do; starved myself and write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem