اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
He needed to regain his wind
In the recesses of my mind
It will be good for me, for you
Is the realm of the poetry
Is the still small voice of heart
And i'll to fight something tooth and nail
Yet again i'll confess kowtowing
For the realm of poetry
A raised scar in your life
With a nice packing
To lay up into your being
I feel any better today
Our tree will bears fruit in spring
Other heads and lost
In the realm of poetry
