Is composing poems a shooting practice?
I don't think so.
Here see
The doors and windows are opened.
Compose the sky dear poets.
It all belong to you.
Move ahead with own words.
See that your words are not poisonous.
Be cautious your composition
Is not a tape recorder.
Remember dear, the words have their own wings and they try always to fly crossing all borders.
Be cautious about the explosion of own anger.
Be a child and enjoy dear.
This world is full of wonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem