I do not know
How to write
And what is poetry
Yet still I keep going
I listen
There is a crone
With long and grey hair
Who secretly keeps the key of writing.
She lives in a mysterious
And far way land
And her heart is bigger than her head
She never talks much about others
And tells her own story herself
She talks less and never gives
But shows the keys of her secrets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To tell self life is better than sharing others stories...because we cant never judge others in true view all times..a very nice flow poem Wahab! _Soul