some people love their poetry
like a subtle romance,
love kept like a diary
you can only guess
but day after day,
day after day
a face soon gives
away all her secrets
the subtlest poet
if you keep digging at his
lines, will get to the gold and
diamond he hides
the worst cancer too
if you keep going after it
will soon get to know
a way around it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem