That time
I was walking,
I saw the harsh weed,
It laughed at me,
Being angry,
I asked it the reason,
The weed ruthlessly
Said to me,
"You are absolutely meaningless
In this modern territory,
But I am always meaningful
And successful in this arena."
Yes weeds are the encroacher the sniffer of others property. Good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the brevity and tightness of this poem. It has a driving power to the answer. Regards, Peter.