Turn another leaf
If the present one does not make sweet tune for you
Or close the chapter if it went terribly wrong
And gives you displeasure
In between the lines
Life is like a book that contain either swords or dreams
You may cut or you may drug with words or with actions
In my book
It is up -to you to decide in which way you wish to move.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem