A plethora of teeth and happiness erupts explosively from your face,
Concealing ever so effectively, the struggle of your grace,
Inside your soul the foundations are withering away,
An inevitable downfall that effects you each and every day,
A strong statuette of wisdom and wit is how you appear,
But feeble and insignificant is how you really feel,
Narcotics that promise eternal creative stimulation,
Are an incentive for you to continue daily waking,
Battling feelings of feebleness is what they supply,
The world becomes a canvas under the blue stained sky,
But this inspiration is only present for a limited period of time.
This is one of the poems that caught me with it's first two words. The verse about inspiration is more than true, the poem as such is short but brilliant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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