My soul lives through word’s pilgrimage
My words yearn for the heavenly image
The colourful particles floating in the sky
Feelings which my tears can not deny
The velveteen sand dances along the wind
My heart is filled with overflowing ink
Once I scream – I hear no sound
Once I write – I know no bound
Up in the sky or drowning under water
I am the king of myself; my own purifier
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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