Yesterday night was so clear
Monday away always reveals
Freedom triggers an event
Showing the subtle cracks
I must stay nice, know I do
Yet, in all values or tones
C is for the control
Always it is so well-formed
Even though I stare deep in its eyes
Frankly, sad it is, or often dark
Cried, here, cold then hot on me
Could not again and always do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem