Upon my teary, you will be a deary, to be my door forevery more, Never find souls and closet secrets, To snap in deep sighs of arrest to thy breast, to be unleashed to the underworld of Hadies rule, to see my mind for it's rule is drool of solitude, I prosper when in cares of no ones ears for I shall be here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
never finds soul. good poem anyhow. I invite you to read my poems and comment.