An impulsive feeling
To be traded for a shilling
Stampeded in dirt
A denial which knows no depth
In a house of wall that chokes
And darkness like in the tunnel of the sleeves of a cloak
A life that sucks
Stuck inside the black stench of a socks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cannot believe this stark imaginary! This is splendid! ! !