Legions of lies, and my logic
In the face of illusion flies!
Was anything true that was uttered by you
Who triggered the heart's demise?
How miserable your carousel,
Rotating parade of worms
That eat away all but your surface.
What remains? A shell. The carousel turns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! What a poem! ! Wonderful! " "Who triggered the heart's demise? "", " "What remains? " So profound are the questions you pose against the world. Loved it. Full score