Muse, don’t pass me by
When you dropp lyrics or
Songs or a glint of an
Idea. If you’re in a rush
I’ll wait until dinner
But not one minute later.
It’s easy, you see...to me, to thee, to we?
Is that the best you can do?
Forget it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem