Azuka
A phenomenon known lone
To the great one
For in accord they both are
Otherwise called a failure
When I came, the roof trickles
The wall disintegrates
The barn full less
Our good for carts
I left the roof without leakage
The wall integrated
Our harvests unmarketable
And our roads for automobile
I am because I make marks
And not as I detach made marks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is cool it really feels bad to return only to find what you left in condition all brouthg to no better than ruins kip up