In my flowing pen
flipping this dog-eared papers
with a respond to your bid
without blip
my ray beams toward you
like the phoenix
we shall not hide like
ostrich head in the sand
ink to ink records continue
we cannot abscond the orgiastic
of noble speaking pens
that speaks of hope and all good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem