An enemy I have,
Who is straightforward.
I live worrying from
The braveness of my tongue.
It has a sharp razor
Causes me troubles.
My knees shiver,
From its radical steps.
I fear lest this sharp sword
Might go off from its holster.
The stones it picked as truth
Wouldn’t break its head ever?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty of angry that is quite natural, thx 10+