There is no wrong or right way
a poem can speak of love
it can tell a tale of times past
Speak of long long ago
tells of loves lost & found
How one made it through life
a poem is simplistic in nature
reveals simple truths
is words written ink
has no distinct pattern
comes naturally not forced
A poem is a poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem