In the inkwell of life,
emotions swim
In the lair of the deep,
inspiration courts whomever she chooses,
at the given moment
Let each pen not be shackled,
nor overzealously abusing meter,
as it shall bite your presumptuousness
The poets riddle?
Blue waters?
They have switched to green,
then red as the needle welcomes the humble thread
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem