Trapped necklace:
after a kiss of bee
to find the hive.
Honey spills from the
urns. I wet my moons in night.
Wind snatches a sun.
Let's go back to bricks
for the moral blindness of
king without crown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wind snatches a sun. good. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.