I am concerning about tomorrow
Hardness lose me and my child
My every day question is,
where am i standing?
It is about years
I have gone on wind
There is no chance
This is not me, in myself
Still getting dizzy
Between reading and wanting
Someone calling me, hay you
There is away
Come here as soon...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Mina L. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks