I am the crucified poet in lines of poem
My pens are burning
Make of the ink
Flaming letters
Burn all papers
I am a poet and have feelings
My heart is my evidence
And planet of love
Is my rhyme
I am not a saint to praise
I am a poet
And my words are sacred
I am an artistical picture
I am silvery candle
Burning for hearts
My pen is honorable
And my perfume isn't hireable....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem