Dear silent river
don't send me any
lisping message.
It was scary
to celebrate life immediately
after the death.
Candles throw
the shadows in ghettos, when
extended questions arise.
A massive fall
of faith. My heart was no
more a religion.
The drooping eyes
will start a ghost dance
in pitch darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
silent river to candle and the heart to inside eyes no temple of throwing but love