You are a true wicked.
You change like a weather.
No one can real know your true face.
Daylight everyone could see your smile.
But day night you never be physically.
Day night you change from human to bird.
Day night you wont spare anyone.
Day night your love became hatred.
poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem