I must say poems made it complicated
Of wisdom and inspiration I am already nauseated
It gave me a headache and I had to puke
My dreams expired and I had to look.
Who else but me should this life be claimed?
I shouted inside enduring the pain
Only joy and pleasure will tick-tock in my clock
If Harry will hand me his liquid luck.
for Paula, the no.1 fan of Harry Potter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem