My mouth hangs wide at your senseless pride
You pivot to no pint, only pointlessness.
Yet, constancy beware, you do have flair,
An arrhythmic air smirking complacency.
It draws me near; breathless I hear
My own little fear -
I'm not needed here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice... keep updating. Read my poor efforts too