Is my sister
Is quite a reaper
Thinks drawing is easier
Believes life can get even harder.
She loves to write poetry
No matter how deathly
Even if it has cussing
But none of loving.
Silly as a siater can be
But not always as nice as some believe
Draws really good
But only when in the mood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem