Tuesday thirteen
witchcraft and cabals
and my hidden sun
and the silent sound
of a heavy rain
Tuesday thirteen
bad luck
and my perpetual solitude
and my absentee glee
my continuous pain
One day like anyone
that is as everyone
The crackle of blaze
without having flame
and flavor of lips
devoid of your kiss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem