I have been about what came tonight,
I also resent the pillars of evil and concerts,
Music of the future guarding our arms and legs.
A book has neither entered nor exited,
Bearing fruit so flying in the sight,
Turning the roads into animals of design.
Almost the ages of the gain are full,
Life betters the old aged monsters,
Life begs from an angle, a perspective begins,
And the ending was in the middle of time.
I am an ampersand for the people in love,
My fuel worships a concrete building endowed
With the wise head, a head of brain and muscle,
All eyes are like windows of the correct item of height.
I am not a book or tome of understanding,
But I am a skyscraper so full and right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem and recited with interest.