She`s` so sweet like the rose in the Morn
Now she`s Gone
I cant call her Mom
It`s hard to Mourn
And to admit it Burn(s)
Be strong, Be strong it Horn(S)
Like a wound it Borne(s)
I cant eat Corn
When my heart is Torn...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple and real! Love the way you do it! ! !
Thnx