Come on and grab my hand
Be the first quatrain of my poem
You just start with a simile
I shall finish with a metaphor
Come on and lay down like lines
Without any comma, dot or semi-colon
I shall blow like a gust of wind
You just need to sing with perfect rhythm
Come on and burn me out
With all the fired up emotions
I shall sweep like a downy flake
You just need to bind them in new, new epithets
you are calling upon your muse Erato come and help please. come on and burn me out with all the fired up emotions I shall weep like a fairy flake. good read as always,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem comes like a train. Beautiful.