Tall and tempty wavering in turmoil of beauty, too eligant to behold, too dangerous to treasure.
A property of the reserver...
And the feathers of limbo shattered down the troop of greatness.
As I look I saw dark serpent lurking down the shed of greatness.
But the groans of dark skulls
The cracks of danger roaming by.
Cracks to smile but buzzles of ugly repentance pale this fate
More frightening to behold...
Though the tears of sympathy rolling down the brown narrow bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem