Onomatopeia-
Gentlly kiss a freesia-
Ah-
Completely free your
Skeptic soul-
Whoa-
Don't trap yourself in a bubble-
'Pop'
or bury yourself like Napoleon did-
In a pit, where one must bow
Down to see him-
You did not rid yourself
of all your glory-
We must realize
That in between dreams
Glory is all we can see
or so it seems
So it seems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well there's a new word I had to look up, I slightly mystifying read which I find challenging but rewarding, with a haunting and melancholic closing.