Come out of it!
And, do write out poems out of it;
For, she opened her doors for you.
Mist, midst, miss, mint, mind, misty, mystery!
But there are cobwebs in your wardrobe;
So, Evira your friend is around to help you clean up things,
For, your conflict is now wide open!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem