Her sting projecting towards the north
Offensive-defensive stick figure anchored,
Eye for an eye is alias floating worth
The body state of Royalty Line vacant.
I wore a Spirit so warm like the tropics,
Complete purity offering a reinstate
Doing crypto on a 'balanced ideoglyph'
Like, 'New world order 360°'
'Talk to Atlas and It is touching'
Was behind that topiary
Spying you pushing the PS
You holding to the Madis touchy
Forgot my Qs and I fixated on sins.
Eye for an eye
Now it's me you watch
Mirrored like poetry
Body-mind on five trials
You struck wet sprouts
Dripping calmly mellow
On your Patek Philippe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem