The obscurity a lot
find a way to go
you have to bring some poetry.
Poetry written for someone that has not been before,
That poetry can be
Untraced in my the previous letter..
It is now much
so I wondering
the night if you stay on my side...
Oh God, if his luck would never
the delicate pond would touch my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem