You can write your heart in roses
Upon whitest eiderdown,
You can mold your heart in poses,
Where thorns don't reach the ground,
You can clothe your heart in scarlet
Or crimson, like the leaves-
But never tell your secret
To anybody, breathes.
Beautiful poetry...always wisdom or delight....Great Master Poet Jim Troy
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful, well written... a master at work!