Sad at first, your songs seem
by your eventual hearty chorus,
after dinner of flies,
there's a sense of peace.
One and one and all,
no matter the competition,
welcoming this world with ease.
It's as if you're okay with your status
You put up your feet and
what joyous relief it must be,
just to release.
Published by Gimmick Press,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem