It looks like things are getting better now.
Clumsy things are coming in concrete nice shapes!
Tearful melody turns vibrant rap music.
But who will bathe in this flood of joy?
I feel like basking in placid stupor!
I am drowsy and dozing off to nap.
I am too tattered to be a summer grasshopper!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem