Some lies we tell only help us with our tasks
If you don’t ever tell me, I had never asked
One day, I will tell you my story, but I think that was in the past
I’m walking toe to heel with your empty flask
The ink that bald man scorched to my arm read something odd
Nottogrof reven SAL
No one understands it
I see to read it fine
I wanted it on my bones so it would last forever
But what lasts forever?
Only one thing I can ponder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem