Love the sky, white clouds, like cotton.
You can be in love with the sky,
Can be a white cloud
Or Afternoon Weary Sunshine
- Oh! Ship of dreams
The sea washed away the moment a drunken fight
Live up to die
If the script plays
Who wrote that?
Who is the director?
What do we know?
We are all actors
Director Sir Great Expert Craftsman
When a character will be dropped
He wondered what the camera
I do not know about
-Tom Jerry jump racing continues, continues
At the end of play
-Where is the house? Drama ends.
Again looking for new
Goth, Awful Story
Which is enjoyable
Assorted Kind Excuse Context;
Girls beautiful Active Interesting….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem