tender child
respect her flame
or burnt cinders
on scarred soul remain
emerging suddenly
patterns unannounced
adult tongue
yet familiar refrain
for once breached
rarely healed
indelible ink
relentless stain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Incredibly true! Lovely form and diction. This poem will stick in my mind. Thanks for your message and kind comments. Will read more of your work. John