Casting my lists far away
Leaving no place for an analyse
Casting all the rules on the mental river shore
I have tried much of which I thought which should be tried
In a way - looking upon it afterwards, well - not humanly fair
I have flown away from living according to the methods now
No more unacceptance of my own imperfections
I, here, now and your poetry - that is all which I
For a moment need. Wrong as that may be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the verses finely penned.. the rhythm astounding.. great work