In silence I move
Removed from all flesh
I have come to shake your hand
You will not know me or even see me
Stoic white feather in hat band
Composing this message, takes days on end
Timing and patience waiting to send
An introduction in a single breathe
Hot off the press direct through air mail
100 percent delivery
0 fail
That is the scope of my plan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem