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Ignoring the marvellous blueness
of the skies, the woman inside
tries to paint on his life's canvas
Blinded by the greenness
in the meadow on the other side
He starts to graze just grass
He may never choose to cease
the trolls of discontentment's seize
He may never choose to cease the trolls of discontentment’s seize - i interpret it in my way and its quite interesting :) I see you still rock too!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one, i really liked!