Its too easy to live with all frigid inside
A life for sake never so late to realize
When it comes to the edge and else are down an' out
A warm sigh, deserted eyes; thts a life of mean to sprout
Dungeons of greed and purpose of rustic
Is just to realise for all in vain
Lost in the run all berserk and mystic
Reasons of paranoia cannot be hedge for your pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem