the clover green it look surprised.
The common man who comes to such
for love she did holdout.
And Mary Jane is full to brow
with wisdom children are and not forgot.
Around each day and you will nigh to pray
when there but night and day.
You will have the same was gave to me.
The sun at hight of day is burning hot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem