What if I don't fit
into any world,
in your world
I'll make my own worlds,
in my own worlds.
Full of lights,
full of flowers.
And your eyes
will not bear
the light so bright
and will burn
And your ears
would not hear
the music so loud
and you'll lose
your minds
as its fragrance
reaches to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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