Strange views I found
Some are true
Many are very curious
A bit of eyes with coldness
The colors and flavors.
A thought which drives me
As how far I have learnt them
And to what they have read me
I never feel alone as
I never feel am different
Something they express
Many things I do
It is my class, pardon
It is our class.
By far this is my favorite poem. you are good writer and keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really then all the time you will be experiencing different things from that class and students good work10