My love was very
tall. The trees gossip. Move around
Is it not eerie? There was virgin death.
Immaculate. My poem
believes. No god will save you. I am
floating on a bubble.
An angel and beast.
We will not enter a mausoleum.
Lights are put off. After 5 years my sleep eds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem