Its mild and a norm to be without a fright;
cataclysmic experiences bury forever plight;
Unexpected predicaments to contend with all the remain might;
weirdness conceived...
It is a scary sky
Metal birds flying High
Makes it weird and then its a cry
Sojourn in the land of fear;
A new journey;
without a Penny.
Lucid variations of harmonious feeling of fear;
pale pedestrians sail in their pair.
A new life of charade for the fear of fear;
Recurring encasulation of the reason for the tear;
the fear to play;
even to pray.
All squadron withdraw!
Retreat and hide with personalities of lesser fear;
still... stil... still... no not one,
that is not borne
with this same fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem