Pushing the moments aside
Like a soul that leaps for fear
Its fears it cannot hide
Photographs drawings of memories broken
Down the cigarette butts extinct
Puff offs deadly kite like smoke
Black leavened kites circling the winds
Deadly mind winding echoes to harken
Echoes mute scrutinized chokes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem