united in the womb of guilt
we shelter our last pearl
born from sinful obsessions
and in an embracing slumber
we glide out together
with opalescent tears
into a soothing void
begging forgiveness
to our orphaned dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is beauty to this, in a very modernistic and different way. Must read over, and over.I will break the cord, I will. understand