Today i bit my tounge
And it started to bleed
Blood spilled on the gorund
Some turned into seed
I sat and watched it growing
Down beside my toes
I didn't speak a word
As it bloomed into a rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW, Rosa. At first in reading this I was a little dismayed, but I love it. Very well thought out.