who wrote a pantoum
and myself being no witch
(lol)
I recuse opinionating
on the form
but to the ear
(The one I have left)
this sounds like a winner
and I am no whiner
(when it comes to wines)
having tasted them all
in the same places
your poem speaks of
(in spite of my fading ears
I still hear the rhymes)
even though
they no longer grow
(on vines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem