Write, rite!
With the cultures in your land;
Bright, right!
With the muse of your sweet love;
Fred, red!
With the muse of the red rose;
Sway, way!
With the ways of life on earth today;
With hatred and war! !
Than with peace and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry should not only be a conveyance of the Thesaurus but it must be that conveyor belt of knowledge it's a must else all poetry is dust