I hear your voice low and slow in my ear as I weild my bow
ready for the blow thinking of our tranquile love and remember your soleum touch holding you in my arms whispering our secrets running through the fields of korn running past the wheat barrels roll i hear now as a whisper so low and slow your sprirt whispers to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem very amazing but u should practice in your structuring