The fact is i thought about composing, hence after that i saw an illusion of a certain little woman, whom i have seen on Moja Love and for this reason she claimed in an underestimating way that i am a choild non-verbally, by way of moving her left hand towards the floor with an aim to prove her point and as a result something came to me, that she is jealous of me like an author for this matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem