So many verses
in their tens of thousand
now
and more:
so many golden years
torn of out my
leaf-book
now
the bones remain
the carcassas
and the skeleton
that was the price paid
and
I fear
more balances in the
future loom
for
so many verses
just for
so many verses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem