Tail-less, ear-less
Good ol' flaws
Not a princess
Not a boss
Classic, pleasant
Ball of joy
Not a peasant
Not a toy
Quiet, still
Nostalgic laugh
In the sill
In the raft
Flowing, flying
Slave of free
In the crossing
In the tree
You are there
You are here
You will dare
That you will hear
'I'm the backbone
Of the frontal
I'm the road cone
Of the normal.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem