No soothing effects in fantasy songs
That appears like those Solomon Songs.
The Lovepedia that expands on and on
For the humanity to heed all that's wrong.
No concoction brewed to cure or ease
Each one drunk and swinging to please.
An insipid little poem cannot address
An epidemic of restive confessed distress.
The diseased are soul, spirit and love
Or a dew dropp glistering colourless rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem