That is of a seer
Ruined by mistakes
Carried on by the lioness
Who needed to press
The coordinates of my mess
Bless that dress
That she wore
Out the door
And before long
She was gone
When she learned I was wrong
Infiltrating infection
The flaw that choked her
It's another theme of that same old song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem