puzzle begins
when fiesta
encroaches
a parapit
damp with dumb profanity
a biggest part
of invested life
puzzle dominates
when lights are dim
to show one surface
hollow with no line
drawn by senses
in sunny days
only stream of unknown
flows alone to make one move
blind and blind with fortune...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem