a lot of the time there's an odd poem. one that wouldn't be considered a poEm. untitled if you will. written by someone daydreaming on their window seal. something no one understands most of the time the person writing it had burdened hands. a lot on their mind. just to be kind. why, because most people wouldn't listen. but their eyes still glisten, as they write emotions on paper. to release their burden to someone. eVen if it's no one, it still writtEn down. may not be as pRecious as a crown. but it does have meaning. You just aren't sure what, because it has nO name to tell you what to look for. So doN't bE a bore. use your own mind. and wHat yoU'll find it faR more precious Than any golden crownS.
Read between the lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem