This is my time… my Day, spend it the Saturnine way…gray clouds, stormy skies… tempest that knows no bounds; let your mind go astray… all hail Saturday! From the mountain top, to an abysmal drop, let my Spirit soar… up and below…and embrace my good ole fellow, my sweet damn sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem