As day gives room to night
Was how i let come in another
Though it was a lone feather
The sole i had
I had to let go.
Though it was tragedy for my ego
I could handle it
if she go<es>
I saw better
For a bruised pride
As for a crushed
That cant be restored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you speak the truth. nice poem.