mY FRIEND who seems to be losing his mind
is in a fighting mood
Because he loves himself too much
(Not really poetry)
He misses the mark
Delving on the ARROW
rATHER THAN the apple
He hits the forehead of the child of
William Tell
Oh, it's messy
He's messy and needs proper
Psychiatric EvALuation
Nevertheless, we still love Him
Not for what he is worth
But for what he IS.
hUMANITY, humanity
What is happening to you?
When we speak, we regret speaking.
When we write, we always feel pity at the End.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem