Life!
Its intuitive;
Love!
Its intuitive;
Muse!
To me and you;
preparing the ways of your mind and mine.
The butler!
Ina village,
In a town,
In a city,
In a country;
Illegal lust! !
To pay the price of sin.
Lust!
The wages of sin is death;
So, repent and be saved.
Life!
Its intuitive;
Love!
Its intuitive;
But, let is have salt in our bodies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem