the information was pillars
between which the atmosphere loves
it felt like extra magic
an extra camera
in the bee hive
the flow of milk and honey flowed
spring motion
and the lady virus hates it
this stability shows
in the existence of a god
of a faith in the sense of love
in its usefulness
and the lady virus hates it
on the thread of information
she defies their eyes and their will
she wanted to get into their heads
with intimidations
to destroy the atmosphere
the aggrieved will
in the flame seemed
and in that atmosphere their heart lived
the soul is struggling
under a shower of dark and violent impulses
to cloose the door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem