There are times when hearing,
One telling a fable...
Getting more creative,
With embellishment to sell...
Even the ones listening to their lies,
Who have known them to have a mind...
Deluded with wishes most of their lives,
To undermine and outshine others...
Know their experiences to be more limited,
Than actually adventured.
But the ones who are not aware of this,
Sit mesmerized to visualize...
Such tall tales told to be sold.
And buy them too to defend them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder if you are talking about fiction writers in general, L S P?