Heart stems in the forgotten cul-de-sacs
Underneath the willows- and I wonder if you’ve
Seen us:
As it’s been raining, but the airplanes have been
Flying in the sky anyway-
And my face is scarred, but not as much as the
Way you left me
Because you are the mother of another man’s
Children
And the angels hatches in places we cannot
Go anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem