How passionately can we try not to die?
proloooooooooooonging the shrivel, do we?
grey pluckers, infrequent phuckerz
like this,
we will end
this round
you will
feed worms
that feed flowers
that feed bees
that feed kids
that are love
you are the fruit
you are in the body of the fly
the tree
the sky
starz we are-z
and we do drive cars
made of us, by us
the sky starz we are-z and we do drive cars... made of us, by us... Beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem. So nice. Thanks for sharing.