Run.run.run.nnning
under the sky,
Chasing after memories that I
accid.d.d.dently
let out of my jar.
N.n.nothin.n.ng
but the pavement below
And my flitt.tt.tting reflections
Escap.p.ping me
forever it seems...
'Coooomeeeeee Baaacckkkk! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem