I have no words for thoughts
Only eyes can read without print. I believed
in everything and you were skeptical.
If I have to go, I go.
Will break the links to dance on the
fire. Who will stop the quarrel of faith?
In my soul night I
talk with invisible stars. Somewhere
small gods have started loving me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem