and I do not know where are you
why do not give a sign of life
quiet of ice, whirl thoughts
from which a flower takes your face
in the middle of your brow
a spot of blood
(translated from romanian)
and I do not know where are you why do not give a sign of life thousands of thoughts in mind at discomfort and not giving pleasere at all....very good idea and theme....10 read mine a place callled home...... you go alone
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I would like to translate this poem
excellent poem, very well written.....10+++++