The life of being a poet
Was really short
Because it's full of glossary
And I don't want to be out of boundary
So I see that I'm covering
The poetry wall was hard
So I got myself to think harder
But I sink in later
I never believed I broke it
The poetry wall was so thick
That I thought of going back
But later I got a jack
To jack the jack in the jack
The wall never break with hammer
Because it's always in summer
But I only the wise Hummer
Who can break it with a pen
Because the pen talks more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem