A run-in with bro happened.
Hurting words were said.
I'd cast a smile spell in the wind.
Hoping peace to reign.
One way or another here.
Loosing him's my fear.
Never meant for sight of tears.
Morning light, come near.
The fact is we're still brothers.
Sometimes, with songs sad..
Recklessness might interfere.
The poem of a dove.
Every rain comes to a stop.
Care what you will act.
New day greets when I'll wake up.
Both of us hugs love.
Both of us trusts love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem