It will be different,
Surely a different poetry
That I will write now,
Thus I promise,
Then I begin to depict
An unpleasant land in an unpleasant way,
Sweet birds do not sing there,
Gentle breeze does not blow,
Beautiful flowers never bloom,
Everything is barren and ugly,
After writing some lines,
I ask myself,
"Is this my poetry?
I can't believe, "
Being frustrated, I stop writing
And delete all the lines immediately.
Then I take rest for a while,
Suddenly I feel someone whispering to my ears,
"Dear friend!
Depict a pleasant land with a pleasant soul,
That's your real identity as a poet,
You are always the best for this
And this way you will be a blithe spirit at the end."
Surely a different poetry That I will write now, Thus I promise....brilliantly expressed! A beautiful poem......10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is one of joy and sorrow. Those poets who reflect life in its ambivalence, I believe is a true poet! Here you have depicted the dark and bright side of life. Well done, dear friend!