Looking through her hair...
To that mocking bird who always been a backbone...
Trying to explain that;
I was made for her...
She holds my arms for her urge to walk through the streets....
The Breakdown of her eyes
made me insane............
Prioritizing her life!
Addicted to that ankle charm...
Realizing that precious;
flowers were made for her...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem