Rhyming takes time,
a precious element that I have not.
And logic demands proof,
but I haven't got a lot.
But emotions flow easily,
they aren't clogged by a clot.
They run wild as the rivers,
as freely as they ought.
Granted, they aren't organized
But they're all that I've got.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem