I believe not in talent,
I believe not in dedication,
nor do I believe in their
marriage.
Arrogant I am,
At least, enough to believe I have talents.
To everything that appealed,
I poured in my soul.
Achieved I have,
only a few notches below the acceptable.
Talent is merely a wound,
on which the salt of dedication is heaped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hello i was a tad lost by the middle of this write but by the end (which by the way is beautiful) i understood the hows and whys you led the reader where you did... a fine write... tyvm karen