Snap…
Snap, snap…
Snap back to reality.
Oops!
There goes gravity,
Slipping me butt first.
Eyes half close,
Even to the sound of the fingers
Fighting each other.
Once…
Twice, three times…
Snap…
Snap, snap…
Reality’s a reality
Dream as well.
Void of mundane feat
Yet derived from it
And it seems ridiculous
It happens in it.
Once, twice, trice…
No matter how I recoil,
It already cribs inside.
No ego knows when
The flood light will be casted
On the shadow of suppression -
On the mimicry of characterization.
Not just yet,
Not now.
Only the dews of dawn
Knows when the flower of winter
Breaks open its petals
And shout with joy to the world
The longings for eternity;
Not minding to fade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem