branching out trees did sprout
tangled, entangled, electronic wires
sired of lofty genes, aspired to the skies
cut down in youth
confined to lines architectual
wild only in the deep dark unsettled
soon too soon, they too
subjected to regal dsires
bled to death, in the shadows of spires
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem