My unfamiliar face was another altogether,
In one moment, the muscles were meaning it,
Then next one cut the air with a sense too bright,
Looking at the sky with all the colours so hard.
I murmured my loudest tune, the air was to be solid
With the air of murmuring, in abundance and joy.
I could persuade you to try to contradict me
And my face so bright with the star called the sun.
I am determined to be professional like joy,
A few seconds free my talents like enjoyment.
But my unfamiliar face is an expression of the toy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem