When the world terns grey in a couple of days I will still chows to stay when the grass grows green and then grey I watch it either away I watch my life flash before my eyes till I die because I know I will find my own way and on that day if I perish I know my final words will be a goodbye to my loving family.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An itimate and lovely write. Thanks