it is prose
so i followed my head
it is when i follow my heart
where poetry begins.
you dance for a pay
i play.
i dance under the rain
no one is watching me.
you dance in the grand hall.
the clap is deafening.
someone does it for the money.
others do it for free.
as one said it once,
i kill for the money but since
you are my friend
i kill you for free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem