Circles and circles of webs
And oft' stark art's utter lack
A woven poem that in reality is a cryptic secret
Proven through - multi- expert's of the world facts;
Clever words of a seamstress simply sharing
The very least in visuals and words
But for this big girl with very broad shoulders
Everything is clearly seen & perfectly heard;
Thus our quest continues on and on
In our very own - super private way
Away from the ears of tapped sockets
On another computer - we the fighters have our say;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem