yestreous,
trined, to a fault
kept
all
of
his
tears
in a vault
where
freely unboxed,
under patented locks
they sat...went to seed
'til
he saw was a need
and then
handed them out to the phlox
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow great diction here and awesome unique rhyme scheme too. Tears in a vault, witty imaginative way u put that.Kufos for such a nnice poem. Pls do review my latest poem too.