I fled into the night,
used the cross to break
my fall, bathed in some
recycled mytholgy, and
stood there with out secreats
or clouths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David I love the magic in the core of this instantly capturing interest. 'secreates and clouths' how interesting. I initially read each word in a bilateral way seeing both root words. LOVE IT. Simone (10 from me)