I know what they like to read
Pretty lines with pretty meanings
They put bows on death and ribbons on this life
They rejoice in leaves littering the floor and rosebuds sleeping, but they don't listen to wisdom
And I'd be just the same, if you had not fulfilled me with your spirit
It lives and breathes in my chest and doesn't need red tinted cheeks to make it beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was an outstanding poem. Great observation. Rich in imagery and style. Nice thoughts. I liked it very much. Voted it 10. Kindly read and also vote for my poem 'Abortion' on page 4.