machinery of the mind, a wake up
call for the truth, a hornets nest
filled with lust and love, delusions
of grandeur.a captivating, uplfting
love with out the pretence of holly
wood, the clean up of all your
foughts, and then freedom....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love, breakup, love new song, on and on................................