Wearing a jovial smirk
Wayward
Latent, when not to be
Supercilious
Insolence, so bizarre
But still
Within lies a heart
The entry of which clogged
By the emptiness in the stage
Therein
Subdued by obscurity
Burns a flame of goodness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem