Minds are colliding against each other
over a lovely path, grace of the almighty
and with that norture young blood stories
that has been hiding beneath the young ones,
and, i with the axe of thought, grind all these memories
hmm... i with the axe of thought, grind all these memories. something little with something new.good one little brother
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful work. please read some of mine. :)