a pain in her heart
for some time
which is repeated
and when she looks there
with eyes of mind
she saw a stone like a punch
which had been thrown to break the lock
of this door of this live castle
in which she lives her story
the princess
how gentle it was his key
and no one else has one
the vice hurts like that
he was
the one who wanted to become king through secret abuses
in witch hypnosis
energized
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem