Only a machine
but with a
broken mind&soul.
Soul warrior
as the fighting
begins on the
outskirts of
Reject town.
Man what a dream,
will it be
man or machine.
a poet dies in this
loneliness of the night.
A fortress emerges
as the fog lifts
a castle lifts up
its gate.
Gate way to what?
Gate way to love?
As the queen emerges from
her throne.
A court jester admidst the pain
of the lovers from before.
But will this wish be granted.
For there is no genie near
the shorelines of?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very interesting piece, thanks for sharing