How she came to be, she was.
Most from this region are except for the few.
One has told me how they think,
she does not.
Make contact with her I think,
she has a husband.
Does he drink beer is he loud?
This thinking keeps me ready to let her.
Ready for her to make the next move.
The big bun that's her hair.
I still have not devuldged where here I am not.
Maybe I am all done in.
The women are here then gone the next moment.
Tired it is night one she comes,
without sound.
A quick drink of water she calls.
Come to me it is dusk, she knows I will.
I will not risk my relationship for the others.
She comes and I will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem