pfil, where are?
or i am frantic.
believe in now;
it's hard what i'm after
it's what i am
it's hard when we're after
it's who we am
at times feel to transfer
oh, gold, dig it up
until the hereafter
now and then
it goes to dance but
you know it's hard
it's what what we're after
and when it bursts
it's zilch to the innards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem