you did not spew
lava
you whispered love
in the air
you are lovely in
disgrace
graceful in defeat
surviving in
disappointment
you wove such beautiful
words
and soothed the hearts of
the downtrodden
and yet here she is
as cruel as the harsh weather
telling you to
quit and try some knitting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem