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