Welcome to Bow Mar.
A quiet place.
Adorned with lakes.
Our Colorado hideaway.
Where people come,
To have their realities erased.
'I've never been to Bow Mar.
Or Colorado to escape,
From realities...
Others wish to erase.'
But we have you living,
On 47th.
With your name to claim,
Your peace to keep.
'I have never been to Bow Mar.
Nor do I wish,
From myself to be that distant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem