You made me mad
always made me sad
so I wrote the bad things you have done
in the sand on a dirty land.
When you save me or do go things to me
I write them on a stone
then it will never be blowed.
Why on on sand you ask.
I write the bad things on sand for it can blow away.
Why on a stone you ask.
For the good thing you have done
can remain forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written great poem......