The arms of a warrior
Saving at home
Slaying at war
Brewing venom
Yet;
Dripping with honey
Why do i find myself
Entangled in the tongue?
Why does it source my pains
And nurse my wounds?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write, this. Read mine - The Bloom of Youth - Adeline