another one this morning
is proclaimed prince of words
a golden crown on his head
a smile on his face
reflect: do you want the same?
do want to have a crown or laurel?
what he did he so deserves
what you aim is not what you like.
feel the comfort in the freedom of
your use: nothing to a kingdom
no one to princedom, nothing to
prestige, and here you are enjoying
your choice of words, nothing to rhyme
nothing to measure, vagabond, gypsy,
you are king, without minions,
you are prince, without a princess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem