I love being a confusing clutter.. caring not to cure it;
Cutting off the classic for the color- filled chaos;
I am the craft of being creative in my own chaotic way;
The nature of Nature itself, is curved towards chaos;
But the orderly order is so amazing, I always awe and envy;
Often achieved and obtained by the most honored;
Adorably astute to always accept me even amidst all my inadequacies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem