The dark grew light
The light grew dim
Stark and white
The world of whim
A dull ache
A sharp pain
Life at stake
Death insane
Cut with snips
A heart so pure
Her dark pale lips
And their allure
A sweaty brow
A crippled hand
Ruling now
In this land
A boy eyed blue
On a grand throne
While the king so true
Writhes with a moan
A chill laces
A day so hot
While the faces
Wait to be shot
An earthly funny farm
Of grand size
It took so much harm
To realize
And it was so odd
That you went mad
Only to see, God
The world isn't so bad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i predict that you will become a great poet, you have great talent and your writing is new.