Yet to write a cautel that
Rhymes wee-e... washaaa!
A provocative a kite that climbs brutal currents
It's wings will be wide and featherly armed
Overlooking the human heads and
Laughs like ha-a... ha-a... waving away from earth
Then all shall be boed and banned
For there will be no wind to feed them high to the skies
Hence claucht upon my clauque and do away with poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet friend. This indeed is an original piece, well done, I enjoyed, Loyd PS: Please check out my new book on Amazon or Barnes and Noble, Pumpkinny Tales. Thanks for your support.