Nature, she was
playing with us. Any savior becomes
a man eater in savannah.
On descent the body
explodes, to become a silhouette,
to attract the creator.
You were endangering
the earth O destroyer. Was it
devotion or crucifixion?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem. Finally, after eight days since I posted my first poem, Poem Hunter has allowed them to be activated. I have six poems, three of which are limericks. My latest is " The Doctor's Verdict" , just posted a few minutes ago.