Comments keep coming
As the rivers flow
Endless verse in sight
Which way do I go?
I must continue to pen
Until the day that I die
Write of all lifes'
Journeys
Hypocrites, still worry
Some may say
I have no taste
No talent in sight
So, therefore my friends, I bid you all adeu
To all a
Goodnight
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I would like to translate this poem
those who can do those who can't criticise.All of us can improve our writing with practice. Nothing can improve critics