Boy-cowboy, where your horse...is...
Seems you wandered in prairies...
Fast grows dark and comes at night...
You can't frighten wolf's by whip lite...
Boy-cowboy, wife's tears will then late...
:)
'Not all who wander are lost', dear Tsira. Though irony of yours concludes another meaning. And I enjoy it.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem...best wishes.