When all graves have been taken
And nowhere to find release
We bury ourselves in poetry
And there we rest in peace
Its good and true. Good and new. I bury myself in poetry eating poultry only.
How very true And well conceived! True Poetry, Will never deceive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful short work dear friend! Appreciated the brilliant poetic expression...5 stars.