Disaster..i tried...
not sure if i lied
in any case..this is bad
i pray to not freeze your heart..but..
we're heading for a cold up front
no time to mop a puddle..i won't.
we cannot ride without a saddle
and not while our horses are tangled;
I drew a sketch of you in a silhouette
because there was no color in my palette.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem