The shadow of him-
is here once again in-
the act of I'm being-
grounded inside the-
icy-dark mouth.
The gracious heart of mine-
beats no more seeing that-
my chest is reached by the-
presence of it.
Wittingly, he positions himself-
to be the new path of mine as he-
is zeroing in on the target of tearing-
my tranquil soul out of my shield and-
cast it in the hole of oblivion.
Now, I'm standing frantically, hoping-
that my flesh will be placed by him -
whilst beings with the heart of-
gold are no where to be met.
'The heart will be frozen to the point-
melancholia if it lives with the wild-
spirit of Sunshine and the mild climate of-
the Earth no more.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem