As a writer i hold my pen to gleaming
In the narrowness and false believing.
In the inspiration of deep dreaming
and know i feel very in beaming.
To the affliction that robs us
By the humiliation that lobs us.
Loyalty of mine is as shining
Like as love as beguiling.
What is in love
Why we fall
When even don't know what they are.
Take us love away so far
As would i feel among at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem