there is a sly way to speak,
cause written are the words,
these are made of wisdom,
can be found in reason,
it is spoken, it is heard,
yet power still to be found,
buried in thoughtful words,
solely in what we think,
I have seen a beast,
It has no reason,
wisdom nevertheless,
restrained with thoughts,
my wisdom, his power,
it wants to live,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it..... the beast is a great image. Keep up the good work :)