(this poem is based on a pic i drew)
the sword is the enemy
source of all anger and hate
the vines that surround it and the heart
is the source of all pain
the blood that drips
are the tears of saddness
but as the sword pierces the heart
and the thorn from the vines dig their way into the heart
there isnt a trickle of blood on the heart
for the heart is the source of all love
and love is strong and powerful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem