Sands are in the center of my palm
the bull is in it
want i him to be there
he is laughter
he is tears
he is red like love
to
you
who
make
me
weak…
losing you
is tears
o, what a
difficult
decision?
never i cogitate-know
to
you
who
make
me
weak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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