Finding her lost in her own world
Like a sheep in the meadow.
Seeing she in failing to understand
That we go hand in hand
Like Life and death, yen and yang.
Every time we touch the heavens sang.
It's to bad she put me down like a bad dog.
Didn't give me the time of day
But now she's say'en you look pretty good today
Then I just smile and walk away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem