Words are tricky.
Sometimes sticky.
Diplomacy a must, of trust.
It is why.
I am always tweaking them.
Reading..a lizard..
to my sister.
She immediately at it's conclusion.
Panicked and started thinking what?
Being southern I pointed out.
That almost every day.
...when the sun is out..
It is push ups they are doing.
She under stood then.
The power of words,
and what they can do to you.
How they leave you,
to wish you had done.
A long time ago.
But were perhaps,
a bit to scared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem