Twice a year..
I drink whisky..
With the moon..
In the first..
I get drunk..
He gets not..
But in the second..
Only he..
Takes the line..
And if you say why..
No one but whisky..
Can be the answer..
And this is the answer..
In the second..
The whisky was..
Global Warming..
But in the first..
The whisky was..
Somali Hunger..
It's a great poem in your elegant style...top marks! ! ! !
I drink Juices, to embrace the fresh nature, so the freshness will keep me sober in tasteful joy for i will not drunk to forget from protecting nature, mean if i want more freshness shield this world from global warming, so i still can see the moon smile with me...But when the Somali hanger recalled i will even drink my tears, to thankful what we have and pray for moon keep smiling and releasing joy to them via the light_Unwritten Soul
Firstly, I don't drink. Secondly, yes I understand what your saying. We all need to do more and avoid those situations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it, a fantastic poem my friend.