I'm gonna be absence Forever.
Becuase of You - Such Hair!
And sunning glowbeams will Sever; ...!
Upon adjunct flair.....? ? ?
Ceremoniously potter,
I did not win the lotter,
E! The ticket was too
Black like my true
Soul. I wonder if, he
Still thinks of, me
While drunken harangued justice sleeps;
Upon which shadowy walls he silent creeps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is excellent