The star flies
And as always
It see
People as it flies
People sit
Also look as it flies
Also think of desires
But only an old mummy
Doesn't trust in this delirium
It lies
In a sarcophagus before
The sky also won't escape any more
It in a wonderland
Where there are no stars but only a dog
Flies on the sky
Also waits when to it will give to bread
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Killer. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks