Grave words uttered through the lies
Have entered the slight hand of a master.
You penetrate the ideas of a man with guile,
Pursue his character until he mastered the actual life.
Grave thoughts really felt, real thinkers are more,
There eases the pain of thinking on adulthood.
Grass is green according to laws of nature,
Busting light as thought is conceived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem