My muse has been stolen
My fingers can't do anything anymore
There was once such life
but now it is gone
because my friend is gone
She was fired out of a cannon
and stuffed with gunpowder
just like a grape shot
She fell to the ground and exploded
in a frightful fit of tears
What about her daughter
How is she going to live
I can help her only so much
I'm not feeling too well
I can't think about this anymore
It is sad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem