A Dirwish is reborn.
Struggling to write a song
for you, wearing the gold rings.
A perfect analogy. Volatile
earth puts on the moons to save the
poetry in the spirit of love.
Are you sure this was
right? Can you differentiate between
truths, myths, and angels. I die daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem