The only friend who listens to me
Is the scratch paper before my view.
I dictate to it, in verse, my thoughts.
It transcribes them, be false or true.
It cares less length of what is said.
Oh, such a loyal friend to have around,
Especially, when you have much to say
Before you lay your ink pen down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem