Adorned, scorned, forlorn,
Re-borned,
Magistrate her autumn legion,
And I will leave you.
I am a free man,
With a crown of aborted roses,
And thick aspirations in the
Nest of my c**k
The story of the willows in
Castration of the war.
Take me home,
To the south.
It’s inseams filled with cruel tongued officers
And mean, bleeding, women...
It’s the only place I know.
Take me home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written you have a gift...