Place them here or there
A corner far removed from notice
Somewhere not to interfere
Warblers singing in the forest
Maybe use the forest wood for fire
Save the smoke for the mirrors
Not that it reflects a position
However chameleon like it seems
Use the wood to fuel the dreams
Since dreams are only delusions
Any press secretary can often dispel of
After we win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting. Thanks for sharing.