Something novel:
a good augury―
creeping to augment,
an esoteric fall.
I repeat the mistake of knowing too much.
Submodified. The man―
still wants to bite the tongue
on the name of truth.
It was very unpleasant
to see a hummingbird
becoming a sphinx.
No need to commit a suicide after homing,
to a blazing icon in the urn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Enjoyed the various aspects of the riddle. Thanks for sharing.10 points. Regards.