I don't bother the taste anymore
Bitter; sweeter; i don't care
But let it come by now and then
I don't wait or hide from fate
Not afraid that these going where?
But it must come as it ought to be
May that be long like a train
Or be much as falling rain
I don't bother; but it must come
Aches; yet my pen not dead
it still has blood to keep me write
To keep me write; to keep me right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
broken shadows reveals light light brings clear thoughts write more to accept trueth