what is wrong?
what is right?
why do you have to fight?
you are not
going to shine
in the light.
there is a
possibility that the light is bright
what is pure?
pure is white
you can't be
pure and bite
well, you might
this is day
it isn't nnight
go outside
fly a kite
you think you're tight
look at your height
when i fist met you
you were so big
now you tinier
than Stevie Wonder's sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem