Poeme : A Leaf

A leaf, a rope was made with leaf
She is not that important
But when she wants to give
She gives hard
Not only those who hate more
Are less abused by thieves
I really stand on another idea
I really lay on another bed
Tell me the links into this mix
On this mess of what world
Care about something u never thought about
Because the time will pass
And you will get opened, and closed
A door that never crack
A part of wood-love, and steel-hate
There is nothing much comming out
Exept a light and a hope
Clean view of mine
A mix of leaf wine
All eyes to that line
Procreate with these drinks
She is not that important
But when she wants to give
She gives hard, never too hard

a ləaf, a ʁɔpə was madə wit ləaf
ʃə is no ta ɛ̃pɔʁtɑ̃
byt wɛ̃ ʃə wɑ̃ to ʒivə
ʃə ʒivə-aʁ
no ɔ̃li tozə wo-atə mɔʁə
aʁə lεsz- abyzεd bi tjəvə
i ʁəali stɑ̃d ɔ̃n- anɔtœʁ idəa
i ʁəali lε ɔ̃n- anɔtœʁ bεd
tεll mə tə lɛ̃kz- ɛ̃to ti miks
ɔ̃ ti mεsz- ɔf wa wɔʁld
kaʁə abu sɔmεtiŋ y nəve tuɡt abu
bəkozə tə timə wij pas
ɑ̃d iu wij ʒεt ɔpənεd, ɑ̃d klozεd
a duʁ ta nəve kʁak
a paʁ ɔf wud lɔvə, ɑ̃d stil-atə
təʁə is nɔtiŋ myk kɔmiŋ u
εɡzεpt a liɡt ɑ̃d a ɔpə
kləɑ̃ vjεw ɔf minə
a miks ɔf ləaf winə
al εj to ta linə
pʁɔkʁəatə wit təzə dʁɛ̃k
ʃə is no ta ɛ̃pɔʁtɑ̃
byt wɛ̃ ʃə wɑ̃ to ʒivə
ʃə ʒivə-aʁ, nəve tu-aʁ