you, sir,
need to stop.
the dirt is piling up
next to your damp hole.
your digging your self
deeper and
deeper.
just take a breath
and step back.
you cant hurt it
anymore
by saying nothing at all.
so do yourself
a favor, and take your
lovely thoughts of colors and corrections
and keep it on the
inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem