A thing on the scales between good and bad
an extention to the tree of knowledge
a revenge upon an apple of time
it's you and I
writing millions of words
speaking millions of fire tongues
ablaze on the tip of a rhyme
assessed by a multitude of flames
eating us up spitting us out
we walk in hides dressed in skins of white
we mourn in the dark and speak to the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem