Quiet
Enjoy it
It's a riot
Employ it
Yes
It's the sound of bless
No
That's not the way to go
A voice
A sound that's not your choice
Rejoice
Give failure its invoice
Sorry
Don't worry
Hurry
Into hope's light scurry
Return
From theboroughs that burn
And can
Be only just a man
Smiles
Colored face files
Hearts
One colored parts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very true. I love when things are quiet a bit