Getting touch in blue
Deepen human right by the sharp knife
Keep in mind by the falling leaf
Drunk in sorrow by a poem
I am who whispering in the sun—laying down my hair.
You're madly in the star walk away in the sea
They way out in red house
Teaching cruelty in peace area
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a beautiful your poem is!