My hand is ready to write,
my pen is full of ink to color each line
but don’t have the words to paint life
until one day everything is gone
and there my tongue overflows
like the greatest poet
whose inspiration is penned
through the ages to come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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