Below-each open harness.
I watch his-hidden madness-
Your face with many-colors-
Behind long hair- lips too move.
And you are hello-talking-bye.
Why i do-want you -why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only your God knows the answer to this tricky question iip! And she's not telling! A sweetly embracing write. Smiling at you Tai