Deliberate ice of sweet intention
Slowly melts as lust clouds gather.
Withered stamen of new dimension
Speeds the stream of weeping laughter.
Strangled stars of no fruition
Taint a fever lost in space.
Never live in condemnation
Breathing only to exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and sweet, like it, a great poem.