It is definitely a fading P.G. thing...
were not talking expensive roses here..
....it is sad..so sad...
just one deadly miniatured...
...man hating thorn...how are mothers
so much..so alien..so weaver ed,
....in the web as deadly predator..
of men without drugs or alcohol..ever..
...being involved...any way I feel sorry for
her as her first daughter is dead already
and the day her only son and I buried her that
.. day in a cotton bag is still foggy and dim...
The miniature rose here for the lack of a more
charitable word..will follow in the way of the
predictor her and some of you mothers..
why beat it up..so you wont have to read this...
still as you must have a mirror you will return to your
damaged sign in vein.. except every one will see
drama island comming and leave it so very mutually
exclusively sad and un federally inexpressible..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem