The limit,
The scene;
Of a big white spider!
Moving aorund in your room,
To say hello to you.
The occasion,
Of the occasion!
Like the muse of a lady in red;
Reasons,
Seasons,
Like the muse of a banker by profession!
Visted by this spider.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A twist of fire ignited by thought in a most profound way perhaps depicted in the color red.. Hmmm how mysterious is this...