the nightingales are singing
songs of insecurity
to reassure the angels
about their own stupidity
the fairytale is over
the dwarfs are here to play
and since thinking is forbidden
I don’t really want to say
it is too chaotic...
since the blank is taking over
my thoughts are pushed
too deep and lower
the emptiness of mind
is to be applauded
I love this! you're really good. the last two lines are just grand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's always nice to give the mind a rest and play with realities.Imaginative poem.