A challenge invented and cemented.
Permanent failing walls.
And this is some how suppose to give me pause?
An uttered awe?
Don't we have more important things to worry about?
Not reinventing the wheel to steal someones lime light.
Indeed you are a selfish blight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A blot on anyones landscape is a blight. Lively poem. Thanks for sharing.