Time when cut into pieces
Occasionally in tiny fraction
Hear a sound
To play around in my head
Hit the broken piece
Like a knife objectives
To my heart
Bloody me
The man who love lost elect
That way the traveler lost prompts
Guess he was not caught
Love does not make projects out
But that's the way to get lost in the river
If nothing else the
Sure finds
One day in her estuary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem