Poem 30
It's the devil's wind; it's the devil's wind.
Robert passed by and said hi! ,
The moonlight hugs the Kitchen floor
Ever changing, but never changing.
It's the devil's wind; it's the devil's wind.
Red hair down, Lisa rundown! ,
Leaves scattered upon the grass
Ever changing, but never changing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem