It is done all the time.
Those selective pickings.
Choices made in one's mind.
And it has to do with preferences.
An acceptance of taste.
Or a thought process that appeases.
And when it comes to what one reads...
A picture painted to please,
Can depict a thousand words.
Especially if a word or two...
May not be what one prefers to have heard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem