Remarkably steadfast, the
mighty oak was standing up, as
the thick rain was pounding at it.
I had come a faraway to unleash
The flesh and the moon.
It was the anniversary of ropes
and shackles. You should not have
adored the distant dreams
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I would not know most of you.
That was a bliss. In blue and dark―
I will sail for nothingness. No more,
no less. The chirping, synchronized trill
of crickets, encourages to stand still, I listen
I have come back to zero.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem