A poem is like a phone
When you press the green button it activates
But also the poem loves and hates
A poem is also not soft like a stone
If you threw it on someones back
It will be you that it's gonna attack
But if you loved it
It comes nicely even with it's kit
So an advice from a poet to a friend
Please treat poems nicely or you don't wanna see it's END
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem