Tell me ordinarily;
A stumble and refuse
Can't I drought so liberty
The same as my achoose;
Nick the tick so very subtle;
The games of risen will
Fine and toss so mink and rattle
A greet to many till;
The sun and stars retire the merry;
Awhile of lonely drool
The agony of those will fury
The hinder they would fool;
The shook of head bestill a tackle;
The regime rewind
Despise of lines and times of tumble
Be wind and very kind;
A chill and must to those who quiver;
A mile of barks were of astood
The sincere and ought rely whenever
The spite of all indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem