The moon was born again, so yellow...
And singing was slightly jealous...
Sometimes we confuse game rule...
For sweeting- soul we've blind bullet...
I came back to read your great poem again Tsira and found someone had rated it down to 7...I have broken my rule of not rating to boost it back up again as I think that was a very unfair rating.....Fi
Another excellent write from you Tsira, , , great to read...Fi 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write with so few words. What a picture you can put forth just by words. Again another beautiful poem you write.