Sometimes when I read what someone else has writ.
Words dive from my expectations and fall into a pit.
The uplifting joys that I had secretly anticipated…
Wither as a fragrant rose is cruelly decapitated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YEOOOOOOOOOUUUUCCH! But yes... and how well you scribe it, whether tongue in cheek or no! This is just grandly wittily clever. t x