Either the poet is vain or the poems awkward
Nobody reads them willingly
May laughing at a poem be sweeter than bitter silence
Enjoying writing and reading by herself,
She's proud of nothing in a silly way
She writes what's in her mind and reads from her heart
Either from a streetcorner or closed room
Thinking aloud with taps on keyboard
Is how she writes to shorten roads
Between her and readers' lands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful write yet introspective,10+++, thanks for sharing