Floating and glading upon the wings of the wind, in the most romantic atmostpheric spend; it is so condensencing, where the cloud are loud with romancing, as i engage to enhance wit advancing, flavoured wit love and the most phenomenal bliss, flagran wit such a pleasant taste, a star bright morning light await the night... I am the prince and the king dragon shooting at the stars in the night, spitin out in vehement flame that you cant contain. You can roll the dice and try again, but just watch how i bring the pain wit love, clatch your stomache deep, makin you also weak... Not in your sheet, but in your mind i play for keep....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work willio