Liza Sud

I'M Like A Heavenly Printer - Poem by Liza Sud

I'm like a heavenly printer
Write what they are dictating.
Show to me the painting
and from the rude then grate it.

I dont like virtual nerves
tenacious as preserves,
Truth they cannot awaken,
bitterly are mistaken.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

Comments about I'M Like A Heavenly Printer by Liza Sud

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2015

[Report Error]