Easily depressed,
Writing thoughts, compressed
Poet, writes his song,
Hoping to progress,
Put his mind at rest,
Maybe, sometimes,
Even solving, just a bit,
Of what is wrong,
With a poetic caress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no doubt about the validity of this poem. Poetry has the means to do many things.