The Boat I sailed from baton run
One of the high ground, dreamt
Euphorbia of tree and branch
Sweet way to heaven.
I cant sleep even one night
The Thunder clouds tonight,
One part of back to being a part of
Life without sleep the most sweet song.
Dear you hear to be continued
I played the flute life rhythm, breakthrough
To give you the towel to sewing
Create your design of cores.
In my mind I can't forget
One day the wind was calm, flying
You are in my chest had to fondle
Oh dear this for designs to make out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem