Inside thorns..pale cloth of branches...
Moon looks heavy..trembled swollen...
Red eye outside perimater..you..know...
Throaty cough..make rivers run..to seat..
Shadows..play with the fires...red hot eye..
Pads of sifting sand you fear...arm up..
Only stars..watch one eye..as tiger covers..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem