i watch
and focus
my eyes
when i catch
a woman
in a full
bleeding heart
turbulent
soft
torment.
it is a painful
find,
but i keep watching.
i have nothing else to do.
but to feel
the irony.
it starts
with a
an interjection,
a very
breezy
deep
breath,
to a smoke
of
fire and blaze
that eats
the green
purple
and the reddish upper and lower RED feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem