I have forgotten,
Brave nights, Starry skies
With the wandering lust of freedom,
Unchained ghosts,
Letters and poems adressed
to the girl a shadow behind me,
Unleash my tounge,
placed in a grave
by this hand long ago,
allowing this jin muse
Freedom to dance along my soul,
a slave to the pen once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem