Today is for a celebration. This is always so.
Yet off again I trample through the woods just stop and go.
My mind, diluted passion rears an ugly battered show.
It's all about the reasoning I cant control, my low...
...is often in the dumper and my heart is tight and slow.
These day should be of kindness but instead I die not grow.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true we are low slow ' we reason out we are everything but natural...lovely poem read my 'the rational wear' and next