In the moon
under the midnight of the fallen creep
i have been unknown
With the air
i see sorrows of past that unfurl
'till my light unseen
Shadows crawl
of begotten paramount imagery
we see all ways
But the conceal truth
that i may not pass to deny itself
is trembled anyway
All indespensable task
that tears have trite duly, rescinded
all went away to nothing
Seeing what's been revealed
undone for what is worthy
but the life i gave out seems the last breath that could hover your heart
with all the strength...i was nothing
nothing...
gone...
loose...
untight...
deeply sober tasks of unsavory truth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poetry you have here.. good