Dance
To the music
Of my drunken habits
Guzzling mad notes
In wild composition
And whilst the alcoholic fogs dissipate
Observe the true shapes reappear
Sallying in harmonic delight.
This strange intoxication is the fountain of creativity.....Lets get sozzled and keep the spring alive! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm....somehow, reading it makes me stone cold sober.