In strife
with 'knife',
'gnu', 'dough',
'height', 'eight',
'stove', 'above',
'who' and 'two',
the tongue you don't know
you hate -
you love
the one you do.
But why to hate any language? Let's try to make bridges and come together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kine and strife all should avoid and adore the moment of love. An interesting poem is beautifully penned.10