With A Bow Around My Wrist,
I Lay In The Grass,
Amongst The Mist.
Drifting.
Just Drifting Admist,
All The Sorrow.
I Just Wish You'd Smile.
With A Smile Here and Tomarrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my god thats beautiful