We livre for a new hope
Dangerous Prissians
A tell-tale croach-rod
I move finally, in-ally.
Losing the power.
Gaining the momentum
We dance to the Atan
British-Atan
A head for beat rock
A poem is written
I extract the beauty of life
For the outcome of tech
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem