Tired?
Tussled down?
Turned off?
Trashed up?
Let's be a little sublime, love.
Our inner tones are on.
Let's not inculcate the oddities of now.
Becoming critical all the times is dangerous;
It undoes the depths.
So, let's be emotionally unstable,
And feel this frenzy flare, O comrade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem