They flashed it to you!
But, it was all for the money;
And like the honey in the land of your muse,
From the studio!
For the work and for the muse of the people.
Flash, lash, ash!
With sickness from the pleasures of the world;
However, no one saw my grandmother's ankle except my grandfather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With sickness from the pleasures of the World! ! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.