nowhere
is the new house
where my feelings reside
I don't want to write
of this other
joker
and I don't
need to
let you know
how fire
turned into
mind business
the moment I knew
that these dreams
of ours
were beautiful posters
to be sold
cheap
to unwilling arms.
our posters are blank viewer can estimate any opinion but dares to look into we look for a colourful bird and gets only black and white heheheheh nice to you urs UA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very keen kind of poem