Lying on the damp side of the culvert
Sip a cup of tea is accumulated by only a few, crushed biscuits
When it falls through the fingers of a few cigarettes,
This morning on the sidelines of a bicycle wheel to rotate rotate colorific
Girls' school and went into -
Hand of a clock are rolling or siren sparrow couple playing on the fir
When I've paved the way, you have taken yourself softly.
There were tears of her childhood no thinking now,
So far, I am -
Leave you
Leave me
Colorific leave in the morning,
Rain water rolled down the window of the train going
Culvert below the trough-like blade.
Apparently, you did not have me in it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive work... Solid structural alignment.... Enjoyed the read, S.P. ~FjR~