i sat down and wrote a poem
it was not very good
i tried hard to explain myself
but no one understood
i went out in the garden
to watch the flowers grow
but the rain began to fall
and the wind began to blow
i went back inside my house
and lay down on my bed
and passionate thoughts of love and war
thundered through my head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem