The Large head and the
third eye appears to belong to an
alien, crawling on my wall to remove my existence.
Was it possible that I
would be changing my color like a
reptile, dragging like a croc on the land.
My religion failed me.
Truth was unhappy. I don't want
to break the thread reaching the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem