Fire and ice cometh down...
A wind swept storm so blown to the ground!
Leaves of dust ever so sprayed...
Life in full tilt, always delayed!
How can i complete one life, without a
mate (a wanted wife!)
Ire and rage can consume a fired affair...
Hate and jealousy, must never fare!
Hatred and malice are out of place...
The poor of heart will never rapidly race!
01-29-2006'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem