When the words end.
heart speaks It was a farewell. You
were sowing and reaper was harvesting.
It was the stampede of
thoughts. An obedience of morbidity.
The malady wins, eyes half-shut
My every poem enters
in you. The fluorescent light is
thrown on mistletoes. Long kisses wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem