Braided words come untangled
Sooth the dusk
Earnest for the cold twilight, white
Snowy cognizance from the poor is always plain.
Greedy pang strokes the fangs.
Manipulated subject was not objected
Gain from nothing
Spoken about beauty,
Perfected rhetoric to reach heaven but steps not taken.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
though we know that they have fangs, we think that they are dragons! an interesting poem!