week, two, it little?
sometimes one a day
it already too much
you probably don`t know
a feeling satiety with everyday
too kind - she
for other eyes
it is as more a sweet
dish, which I don't want
to try and what just only
getting to know the recipe with
what and what it is eating itself in
week you say and I thought that more
because where from you know,
how to cause the smile
on my face it appears
and I know that you understand how
I like to smile
to you my friend...
for - (KK)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and subtle about friendship. I like it very much. :)