اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When did this section grow up?
When did it become this kind monster
Undefined, asphyxiated?
My fishline was bitten
Showing things that I can't rationalize
And in the end the drops of blue
Fall right in your eyes as letters
And turn them better
Building words that I can recognize
All squares turn into circles
Let me say, unlikely beast
My fishline
Was empty and, even so, fine
If I want to throw a piece of me
I'd fish back each minute that I had
To cry my scores
And laugh of my trivia
