Still I understand, what her eyes mean
Just a little less hurry
But the pretty things should
Until I inquire, I’m guessing
Just I’ve no eye contact
But it’s too little haste
So thoroughly and long
So real in faith and strong
That something needs disguise
What have I now shown
Now that I listened that I saw what it was
I realized, how much changes one song, one song and I
wonder
And people don't have to be fair for that; it's just what I
deserve
Don’t river all up all/and down that spine horrible,
horrible
Carve 'em up that listed threat, carved 'em
And fertile threat and honor men
A show from there
Dwindled dust
And red and rust
Of things that were
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem