Quite long than I imagine,
Lost are words
Know your welcome;
But remember to ought...
Soul and duty to fear,
Might be a clause to surrender
Neat...
Comfy...
Sorrows were deceived and further reply,
Unseem..
Colors and fades
Shame on glamours
Spite of vigamous -
Clean and simple..
Phrase and limbs
I'm an advocate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem