keep em breathing
for as long as they can
sacs get filled with that goodness
like aaahhh(echoing)
and ummm you pull to a stop
to observe on a slow day as this one
to see the storks standing in the river still
watching not the till
over there you be the real
psycho by the time zones
connected to the times of forthcoming
staying on-point everytime the tick tocks
the lock is not locked so i can fo sho get widcha
and when it comes to the other monies
my business mind don't be funny
and for sure the lavender ease the stress
like warm chamomile with minty leaves
on steam
taken by the sips
open up
the two inside da'chest(echoing) ....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem