Let me build outer walls to protect your love,
Living in James City with the muse of your mind;
Sown, own!
With the muse of the green trees in the city.
Life,
With the sunshine in Africa!
But, you now have the moneybag in your town;
With the assurance of your works in the land of peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem