The naughty waspie
leaves it's sting
then flys away
on shining wing.
With eager rhythm
travels on.
On and on
till he is
gone.
Waf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fast and stinging tiny poem, like a wasp.
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