Blurred line, shadow creature
World becomes abstract dream
Mingled into one like Van Gogh’s painting
Candles in the wind dance like fireflies
And city light struggles to be spirit
Hazy sight, sparkling sunshine
Merry go round in the darkness
People’s laugh with their mask
World’s spinning around
I’m left outside the circle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem