Graced my call,
Obliged me
For a walk.
As we walked
A gentle talk,
No remorse
To my calls.
Obliged me
With the walk.
Pronounced
Our race
Has developed a trait
To berate
The accomplishments
For good of the race
Go placate
Their traits
Crack the shell
For in open air
We all
Harmoniously
Can dwell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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