With my Net on
the world fits in this little room,
every moment I discover me in a cozy corner,
far away from heat, dirt and pollution.
I have seen much of the spinning globe
There is scorching competition,
strive for essentials
plucked red roses and fog descending as tears.
You've heard of heaven, I live in it,
my every dream takes virtual shape.
I amuse me and weep, earn and spend through it.
The cobweb isn't my birth-place only a simulated real life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem so nice to read. The internet is a wonderful tool to see places we can't get too, one day somebody might be able make something to bring the smells as well the sights after all a rose's beauty is as much in it's scent as looks.