Its the effort of keeping it all down,
The joy at life when I am with you,
The crying of the boy denied candy
The pain of a sprained tendon
Its all rushing around trying to get out.
And the days walking in the dark inky black lanes
Next to an inky black horse
Were the happiest ones for me
Dripping wet,
And sand between my toes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem