Rattlesnakes of thought, coiled and ready to strike
depths of imagination's intellect.
Letting the poison of reason fill corners, changing
the direction of their final outcomes of ideas.
Allowing it to spread over everything just to see
what will happen as writing continues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of content in a few lines. Bitterness. Good write.