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...