Not just a desire,
growing from stem cells,
prone to subtle outrageous,
and contemporary consume,
haunting politeness with outcasts of proliferation,
infested with ill will and grudges,
and what you think,
whilst growing old,
even with prosperous life,
having little crawling kids,
and some tornado,
to ruin everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmm.... quite interesting