Reading poetry to enhance your own,
beguiling
at the least
An intention maybe well inclined,
but it's bread
without the yeast
Only fire and ice can make the Bard,
to burn and melt
within
Your Muse to christen each child true born,
adoption
—not akin
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: March,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem