Do you hear the inner
voice of earth to begin the ploughing
of blood to reverse the death?
Stop accumulating the knowledge.
It makes you dwarf. Read daily my mind.
You cannot catch the light to put in your pocket.
The end does not make you
conscious. The variants will come
daily. A natural fall is always beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem