I printed all my poems out and put them in a book.
I've placed it on the table in the hopes you'll take a look.
You know you'll find my soul there beneath the cover page.
You'll read about my pleasures, my heartaches and my rage.
I know you don't like poetry and this I understand
but how can you not want to peek into my ''wonderland''?
If you would take a minute and peruse a page or two
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem