My heart is still beating
Silence don't mean death
My heart is still beating
Poetry is still in my veins
My heart pumping it
With every heart beat
My white blood cells
Defending any foreigner
That may want to attack
Poetry in my veins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great ars poetica, Oscar. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks