above all; i love.
even my misery
is dear to me
i don't believe in
love melting at my feet
fryin in the noon day sun!
i believe in buses
i catch on the run
i believe in
the moon and sun
i believe in the reality
of man
i'ts those damn shooting stars
that i don't understand!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perfect! ! ......what a great piece. all the best Jon