Could I see you not?
I am anger but
They are not yet.
A mind without aim
A tongue without gain
Like a wild fire I am
Oh! my friends I am...
I am sorry, Love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mind without aim A tongue without gain Perfect lines. Thankyou Joby. Read other poems yet issue with them remaining so I could comment. Take good care