Annishell annishell
Annishell leave
Leaving your armor your tresses your grief
Grief for the farmer a dollarless seed
Leasing and borrow an acre to feed
Annishell annishell
Annishell leave
Leaf to a farmer the falling to heed
Grief for the farmer an acre to feed
Leach on your armor I trespass your seed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is cool. It really strikes me; it's one of those things I'll have to come back to sometime.