Fabulous times are every year,
No longer are the times too scary,
Independence is now a clear favour
From up above. We are thin and weak
As men and other folk do as they please.
The image appears, the crystal is glistening,
You work harder along some of the winds.
It is as if the whole world is damaged
And you are not, the work of a dupe
Is injuring and yours is not.
This is fabulous for some.
For some it is a fabulous practical joke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem