His personnality enjoys
lookings at the clouds
he is a lovely, caring little boy
but you know he a little too loud
He cried and cried as his face shoot me
beauty from the precious life
he is not the boy that you can imagine
stay away from the wife
He is my little brother
without dies without playing
don't even try to bother
because you'll die crying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem