point made.
touché my friend.
how far till we arrive?
question.
yes, yes,
Im aware.
(oh look, he spelled his name
in the sand.
D-A-N-E
such a nice name.
reminds me of
photographed summer days.)
my faith rests with happiness.
you cant mistake that
for anything else.
'god, Im anxious.'
'nope, thats happiness.
point.2-love'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem