My psycho was transliterating
your agony. You could imbue me after
your unparalleled perfection.
Nature starts the Armageddon.
You reach near the Hawthorn and Hazel
tree, to be cloaked with pain.
Your grey tongue has
to say something. How will you come
out from dark house to light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem