Not a single word
counts, when disintegration starts.
The catastrophe of cadavers will stop.
I want to move away now.
The tattoo on the arms is not
able to get the mercy of a Satan.
You can fondle the moon
Bee hives, shut the doors and
Helianthus will open the big eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem