I found that this person
Is a misery, and he comes around almost as if he's a season, of broken constancy. Where room is important only if he has the space and time to place or make room for you to be in it. His world he creates can be a little misunderstood, or misleading if one allow them selves to be caught up or taken into what he market on surface. This guy has presented and invented joke R.Us from down under just to see if he's in your grace because of how he switch up often behind close doors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
broken constancy, I like it, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.