We are poets.
We are going to tell each other how to live?
Waking up each morning,
How many remember how to truly give?
We are young poets.
Blinking and shielding shock from new light
Youth is a burden, a silencer on a pistol;
How many will open my eyes if they are shut too tight?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem