Immortally happy
They show their smiles
Till they reach our brains and creep in slowly
Gazing into our naive souls they bite us with
Butterflies and other ticklish thoughts
Till one day they leave their marks on us
And we weep for 500 days
Our lungs be swollen and eyes be dry
Still they see not the tears behind those eyes
And then we be left with undying images
Strangely they be playing their games till
They decide to slowly fade away
Those moments of infinite ‘joy’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem