The knowledge of better facts began last week,
Trials mattered too much now that I started;
Let me narrate the account in splashing properties,
Going into neat handwriting, pleasing us in the eyes,
And ears are pricked for the penetrating majority.
Then there was raw twilight, here was the baker and artist
For the days and nights following,
All about the yard, seeing starts and stops.
It appeared to be an adjustment adjacent to advice,
Toes became further in size, with fingers
Growing in trial, understanding and reflecting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem