There are those who eventually...
Come to despise and hate,
That which initiates and creates...
A feeding enjoyed.
With a memory loss...selectively.
To leave minds detached,
And convinced...
They would have found their own way,
Independently.
Without a guide to lead them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a confusion...like memory loss10