I wrote a poem,
A poem of something which I am afraid to show,
I am very skeptical and particular,
As many of you may know,
Our minds sometimes share the thoughts on what each of us has to offer.
So what this poem entail?
Something along the trail,
The thoughts in my mind which can be portrayed as a helpless frail.
I state that it can be as touching a fired iron rail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Saffiyah, such a good poem👍👍👍
Thank you Sir. I appreciate the Thumbs up!