when the start ends just as quick
the problem is more and more painful
an answer is a question to bare
a care a knot to tie
the breath no stairs to climb
rings and chains
promises and bells
a wounding click a memory lost in a
social pass
a minute in the hand of a day
calls to the heavy point of emotions
a letter the brief clue
to the walls of dangerous games
fight and fight to gain the motions
of heat and cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem