It's not rotten
moulded or decayed
It's just forgotten
and endlessly enslaved
No! It will not be bought
No! It will not be sold
For it is a heart of gold
a spirit of diamond
Yet unfold
And here does it wither
bathing in glitter
And not a single critter
would ever leave it alone
in bitter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poetry.liked the flow and concept.keep inking Tinnie.