The destruction desires a monument to totally destroy,
This item of worth or token of strength desires you,
Feeding the energy to simpletons,
Who fenced with the soldiers with swords.
I see targets of worth, feelings of conjecture,
Little floating balls are worthy of the persuasion,
Going strong like the infinity,
Giving the reality and serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem