I spent the night under a cold ozone
with a girl who couldn't accept it
she was buried neck deep in the soil
and I was lying above
relaxed and social
I tried to show her a fire fly
which landed in my palm
with trust
but she couldn't turn her head enough
to witness the friendly interaction
Buried deep in the soil
she doubts anyone could dig her up
and teach her how to move her arms
and legs
I offered, but she said
No
Quiet, and alone
thinking out the landmines
buried with her
in the fray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, they're weird (._.)