Yes, I feel myself as a self-born lyric.
In it could be the mentions unlikely
It's constance stands upon the dense deserts
And the infinite oceans accompany its edges.
If that's where you consider me narcissist,
Hell fine!
I don't have any affinity with any issue
It's in me an openly airy abode
The whole link is nastily out there
Smile always carries the crazy abstractness.
To me, it's divine, sacred, and inexplicable.
Better not to drown into it unnecessarily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem