'How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now? '
time has no mouth anymore.
it has only wings.
i am carried away and on few words
my soul dissolves
my body rots
turns to dust
no nectar is found
in my hair
no flower grows from
my bones
my name is encrypted
in your womb
on mere initials
of my pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem