vine of sudden touch wear coat
in the ice cream of cooled
heat in plane of dune
burn like dead wood, smell every
inch of laughter
smuggle just to looks like womb
of child birth, a wings of hammer
hook head of joy
see what taste, the leaves that
touches the
ground and telling you come;
pick of what
is new, all must be
return to pieces in order to grow
and live again
just leave for a moment...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
grow and live again, I like it, thanks.