It's very frustrating to make a poem in foreign language.
Sometimes I myself think of this attempt as nonsense.
So, I try to make a poem about what this attempt is.
A poem of a barbarian ( number 8 : revision 0 )
A poem should be a row of beautiful words like a pearl necklace.
And it should be a stream of comfortable sounds like a bird's carol.
And also it should be a pill of tranquilizer like a mother's lullaby.
But,
A poem of a barbarian is a mass of ugly words like an aftermath of an earthquake.
And it is a tangle of moans and groans like grappling beasts.
And also it is a mass of rock salt like a typhoon blow.
But, I beg you not to shut your ears.
Because,
It's a burst of passion which can't have proper words.
And it's a shaking of soul which can't be calm anymore.
And also it's a sound of beating the gate door
Which a barbarian is never allowed to go through.
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