I love making albums.
Life.
Torn between the two.
Past and the present.
Collage of life.
A few points on globe.
Each point.
A new found role.
Hit it. Quit it.
Within effects.
Between effects.
Failed roles.
My failing roles.
Still a warm cauldron within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem