Laid things
Here and there
Unedited reality
Seems to be natural
Invitation 
Broke the reality
And beauty of the disorder
Neatly and nicely arranged
Shingly and hardly cleaned
Structure less structure is structured
Everything calm and quite
Guests came with smiles
Gestures having edited  
Both beginning to act
Prepared arena for that
Conversation 
Plays with choked and forged words
Exaggeration 
Jumps with high level tone
Competition 
Goes flattering oneself
Conclusion
Ends with unaccepted misled signs
Created order with unmatched look
Uneasy tiredness was after that
Disorder slightly creeps from hidden
Naturalist living comes with shade in                
I truly understand what you are saying. Not only are your poems wonderful but one can lose themselves in the mystique.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Well done..churn on...