You cant tell right from wrong
Feigning truth is the best you can get
You didn't make the flowers or trees
or marigold wine
You're your own everydays sinner
Your neither rich or poor
You struggle to be on the same course
But one day you will be right
is when your bread is baked
by your beloveds hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem