What ever this is, is blasphemy
the look of sin and deceit
so beautiful, but incomplete
A smear tactic used out of context
a faded distaste in the distance
holding your youth
while innocents fades away
and after all
the plastic hue turns my stomach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one, and your others are pretty good to.