What is my poetry
Let me say in a few line.
But my grief is that
I find no line.
My grief is that
I grieve for you,
I know though
You are not the truth.
I know not
What is the truth
And where it is.
Truthe can not be
Harvested that I know
Still I am going with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem