It Is This Way Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

It is this way. By one I will trade a child (daughter) , to the other I'll grant the latter. Otherwise, I can't break the knot. I'm unsure of where I belong. I don't think there is much kindred anywhere. Apologize me for all in advance, if anything ever occur. I'm yet clean, so prayers are badly needed. We will let her take our future common daughter, okay? She is my sissy. IO her, and I mean some tie. No constraint, I won't touch her all the same.