Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.98

From Email:	Required Email Address Not Valid.
To Email:	Email Address Not Valid. Required
Subject	Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem	I'll never be a king of the brave The vain poet - I lied, forgive me if you care I went calmly through all the stages of madness The last it's the tongue on a stranger face And believe that man can turn in to a bird To look at people and things Without the need of rising the gaze What a disruptive and ugly input - Acquired romanticism To have eyes placed on occiput And after all, to see against the stiff neck How veils of the wild cranes are waving Across the sunset fires and dense shades I'll never be a king of the brave Timorous rhymer - I laughed, who cares That I went through all the stages of foolishness The last it's the thought that anyone chased Man, dog or a worm Will find an asylum Somewhere in between the strophes Copyright ©: Marcin Malek
	Type the characters you see in the picture Required