a bee died
and a flower died
a marriage broken
another heart is broken
a friend walks away
another girlfriend calls
that it is over
i am negative
because everything around me is
if you are not on a rush howeve
i can make you
a lovely poem
tonight
this is my room number
at the seventh floor
of this hotel
Room 99.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem