Buried with heaps of junk
With the stench of respectability
Not even, yr gardenias can cover it
But yr voice is never forgotten
And the kiss of smack in between
Heaven or hell will ghost you
Us, fans, will carry you to new heights
But it's too late.... You're gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well composed.... thanks for sharing.....