Lose, loose!
Whose?
Those;
Yourself,
Myself,
Ourselves,
Themselves;
Chose,
Nose,
Hose,
Prose, pose, rose!
The purpose,
To propose;
With those items over there,
The Landscape! !
With the muse of the land.
He doesn't have my Notes,
She doesn't have my Notes,
But you had them last night;
Lose, loose!
With the muse of Summer's rain;
Outstanding!
Like the muse of winter's rain;
But i didn't have any idea that,
You were still searching for my works;
As they are today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.Chose, Nose, Hose, Prose, pose, rose! The purpose, To propose; .... thanks for sharing.