As long as your ink doesn't stain others,
As long as your pen doesn't prick papers,
As long as your thorns don't hurt flowers,
As long as your scream echoe sofly
as they return from hills and valey
Your ink, pen, thorns and scream, I'll treasure truly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned poem. Simply outstanding......10+++