قصيدة Complaint
.She's gone. She was my love, my moon or more ,She chased the chickens out and swept the floor ,Emptied the bones and nut-shells after feasts .And smacked the kids for leaping up like beasts
.She's gone. She was my love, my moon or more ,She chased the chickens out and swept the floor ,Emptied the bones and nut-shells after feasts .And smacked the kids for leaping up like beasts