Scars of life!
Stripes of love,
Growing up to meet the world;
As it is today,
Like eagles raised as chickens.
Bone and flesh!
Too raw to be eaten;
From the smallest to the greatest,
With the muse of a finger bigger than the waist! !
In times of trouble,
Until the sun goes down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem