Game on, come on, my dear.
You are allowed.
Go with your own
Master plan, my dear,
At each nook and corner
Spreading your messages
That you are here
And here for all times.
Who cares?
And that has no answer.
No answer
And I am busy
All days
Only in questions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem