Hes a gypsy scholer,
with a childish out
look on life,
when his eyes flutter
open, hes sees himself
as more then one.
In his hands, lay
exile, a lock up, and
deaf ears, and look, a
lunatic smile.
HES a gypsy scholer,
with lines on his arms,
and behind him, his good
friend, mr shadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are so complex and you have worded this so well.Love Duncan