A tap runs; flowing soothingly,
At first cold, hateful and lonely.
Then warmer it goes,
Full of love and joy,
But as life goes on,
The tap runs unbearably hot,
Full of eyes of flame.
The tap runs; flowing soothingly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, I saw flames in your auntie adie's eyes when I came home with the wrong meat from the asda.