A kin to be kind,
Never found but to find.
Wound but asked to unwind.
Here the Wind sings, ‘Aude Lang Syne’.
Then say, “It’s never yours but mine.”
(Audew lazay, audwine)
- writers note: This last sentence are just some play words - they have no meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem