Let There Be Light.
The mad scientist spoke of black light,
to night, however, the darkness is
velvety sable, and reflects moonlight
in an enchanting way; erases unwanted
contours, and unfavorable details; good
for you skin too and puts gloss in your
hair, and that’s a bonus when you are
sixty-four.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem