My dearest, why do you not keep the soft serve from the unfit provider,
take the candid initiative and roll back the red carpet…step out and climb the plant, the stalks that surround the set. our nets are empty but our hearts are full of hope, we can push through this and come out on the other end. we've been through worse, and the oncoming storm is our blessing in disguise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem