everybody is sometimes
a good poet, sometimes a bad poet
it depends on the mood
and whether words come your way
and dance with your soul
or hide behind your every inspiration
refusing to give you a hand
in creating that song so that
even that enemy of yours cant help
but give you those two looks you
have only of him in some 10 years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem