Very All flies away disappears When breath the wind Outside it makes so cold Very is arranged And started again When the love comes This time that it is always All is known with time Any way follows its destiny Very dies out with the rain Tenons us it hand in the hand Before the love from goes away As a straw hat Reinforce the fragile corners And the love will become like clay
MB of Martinique
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem