A world with beauty that surrounds,
flowers, birds, bees, horses, cats and dogs
such wonderful creatures are these.
Wonders that never cease.
All leading to the dead end street.
Nothing there,
nowhere to go.
A false illusion of beauty and hope,
all such a pitiful joke.
A dead end world that laughs at you.
No true beauty within a dead end world.
Although I'd like to believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem