The branches of my life
present a tree of wonder
a sky of thunder
a blunder.
My head like a cote
containing no use for my needs.
A body of bluster
a bogus boil of bogey
a yet to be matured bole.
My feelings eradicate any love
as I escort my devils to a haven
and haul the hawk of hazard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem