The stick-man that I doodle here
is but a few sparse lines, quite frail.
His slender hope meets simple fear.
The stick-man that I doodle here
can't manage margins, cannot peer
through paper self- bereft of tale.
The stick-man that I doodle here
is but a few sparse lines, quite frail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who would have thought that a stick man doodle could turn itself into a fun and quirky little poem! Nicely done!