Fix it and plug it on!
The machine,
To work for you,
Automatically! !
The test,
The taste,
Best!
Not to waste it;
Nest,
Next!
To eat the best and to keep the waste outside.
The machine,
Like the attraction of the fruit in the garden;
In the midst of the garden,
Need, heed!
Seed,
Weed,
Deed;
To feed your mind with the muse of righteous laws.
This fruit! !
Pleasant to the eyes and desirable for food;
With the beauty of the tree!
In the midst of the garden.
Tribal pattern,
Inside out!
Covered,
Fresh! !
Refreshment;
With the muse of a tropical fish on the table.
Races, faces!
Embraces,
Traces,
Places,
Like Palaces!
Aces,
Ages,
Pages,
To smile! !
A mile away with the muse of your echo.
Spray, pray!
For peace;
The machine is still working,
For you!
For your joy,
In the land,
Light and insight!
Spiritual,
Inner self,
Like a beautiful ornament;
With the power of love! !
Your sweet love;
With the peace of your mind,
And the romance of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
eat the best, live the best, stay with peace.