I.
An ear chopped off
People beginning to scoff
The paintings so soft
His eyes looking glossed
II.
He shall silence
No art because of absence
You must have patience
Swallowing the yellow substance
III.
Dreams of the night sky
The fame so nigh
The words beginning to fly
The painting of a butterfly
IV.
The sadness will last forever
People becoming more clever
Giving up painting is a never
Yet the sadness will last forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
words beginning to fly, fine and true