It looks like the type of car
You only see
On T.V.
It smells leathery and new
You can only breath
If you believe.
It feels smooth but also rough
That you want to touch
Over again.
On your mind
This leaves a scar,
It is of course,
A curtesy car!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hehe, very nice and lighthearted, well done.