i have just realized that it shouldn't have been so
to let it out, i stoop so low
but that was because they were so eager to know
i didn't know that they could let it go
my emotion is something i would hardly let people into
i let it out because i was at loose
now it's too late because they've already spelt my doom
what a mistake i have done
a fire that myself have fanned
has burnt my secret in my barn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem