What have you seen below the cold earth?
Have you seen the hanging bird
from the greasy root.
Have you looked into the eyes of darkness?
why did you reach for it,
why didn't you hide your face.
What have you seen below the cold earth
that you liked so much -
by nameless bugs your eyes soaked up
and on your deaf ears now molls lean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one brother.....interesting to read....