The ever Tagged Poet.
In brothel, temple, and street
You merit for your youth,
both in figure and spirit
The inevitable decay is not yours,
as you have no wick of desire,
without friction you lamp invisible fire.
You are penned with the ink of feeling,
as pure water glides from fountain,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice imaginative write. Thought provoking poem.