Here it is,
Free life,
Free mind,
Free body
With flies,
With smile.
For this
We are traveling
So many poaces
And we care not
Anything, anybody.
We are to know
Our days,
No reason to care
The spelling, though.
Life crumbled,
Not for weapons
But for love.
Love exists
For all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem