Tell me what your price is
A love
A heart
To gain my seeding verdict
On this land
Over the narrow prints of life
Some points were bleak on peak
Mistakes and undid smile
To the poor
Flourish grooming the foolish man
The dirt and the soil
Growth of the growing pain
Parted and divided
One roof is all under a triangle
Among the scholars
Small flies are moving fast
Hit one kills all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One roof is all under a triangle Among the scholars Small flies are moving fast Hit one kills all. i really like these lines well done