Of course knowing one hill over
may be in rhyme
and it's not to say
that there isn't endearing moments in the blah...
but it's not a constant lack of effort in the listening.
So I'll take it as a fragment
of a glimpse
into an Exodus moment
and just mark my door for tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As the color red saturates the humble wood, a fragment will be granted salvation to another day, I love your meter