My introspection thought it's fine
but it was a delusion of mine
a rather selfless dime
becomes a crime
and it felt like it's best to be mime.
A fact rather not so fine
blew my mind,
rather than being dull shrine
you could create an eternal shine without being a nine.
It took a little time
for me to take in all the rhyme
I know it hard for your little mind
this is the trust you could rely
you may read this ample of time
but finally you can't deny
the fact it may only seal,
if you know how it feels
now leaving you dancing to the nines! when seems it's not fine
you can read this one more time...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem