Where have all the flowers gone,
tulips grinning,
where has Toymir led me on
through his staffing?
When will flowers look at us
shyly reaching
take them with us on the bus
always teaching.
Where have all the good guys gone
handsome, bright and full of love
don't ask me, I don't know,
don't ask me evermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Down the drain along with life and everything that goes with it perhaps. (Love it, H) . t x