Two wrongs they say make it right.
I will always try to make it tight.
Even if am with no site.
I see perfect with the kite.
Up up in the sky.
Whats my perfection.
I am my actions.
Even with no aim of supervision.
I see through out the vision.
I am well know for my missions.
Failure is an option.
Desperate vision of adventure.
Mission even in the church.
From the little hactlings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem