It's Lei Strauss

Whole people know my story Feel terribly not so sorry Made a crazy poems about myself Just want to put them on my shelf. Here’s another poem from my lips Giving lessons from my trips I’ll keep on writing till end of the day Though I’ll not receive any good pay. I can write thousands of words Write something about your precious Lords Spend a time right here at my side My mind is writing from my deepest inside. It’s not about glory or fame A passion burning that is so hard to tame Whether I have good poems or bad, It’s only way for me not to get sad. They called me incredible “Lei Strauss” One who keeps trying and bagging the cross. I won’t be blinded by your light All I know my poems are getting to right