The muse of life,
Long through the weary crowds i roam;
Searching for a place to call my home,
Under, wonder!
With the very ways of life under the sun.
Current,
Occurrence!
With the muse of love;
Along the very ways of nature.
Green Lady,
Red Lady,
Blue Lady;
Eight years after,
Still searching for a place to call my home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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