She came again
and left no scratch:
she a wild lil' creature
yet modestly kind:
she might be an angel
yet dev's daughter
she never came
when she says:
she was with stricts
she could lie alot:
yet sounded natural
she the kindest bitch:
she came again
it was night:
the owl even flew
her aura was badly divine:
she was scared of night sky
but her love for it still shined:
she was maybe not simple
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clueless, enigmatic… nice 5*
Well._.