Our sunshine is a lonely jewel.
Ice deteriorates by flowing degrees of memory.
My cap puts itself again to more spaces.
A father says and doesn't tell.
Wings dive into universal core.
Under stakes for bite, the winter finishes a dressing.
This dance remains a greater story on high.
Your mouth supposes light from exclusives.
People take us apart before leaving themselves wanted.
Relations burn until dry.
Fire keeps on.
During years, the extensions open up.
Kiss a lost touch after we resume to departure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem