I woke up a longtime sleep; 
A sleep felt with a gentle breeze of illusion, 
Illusion of a cool tricks! 
Illusion of reality! 
Reality of what a life has taught.
Creativity lies in the spirits; 
Spirit of a whoever! 
As an embodiment of a biblical prophecy.
What an immortal God! 
Raining, Sunning, Moon blossom, Day, Night and plans' packaged.
Creativity a blatant robber; 
Stole with proofs of a depth artful.
Tell me if a man being or a lizard animal? 
Creativity ate the physical adornment; 
And silenced left the spirit alone, 
Indeed a lizard man you are..
And creativity of a lizard man.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    