As we part, the
love goes by. Age of eyes looks
back. Pain tells me, time is up.
Fog slips. God's
mercy. You can see the back of
the fading outline between the trees.
You can live, live.
Your gaze can go deep in salty
tears. Pluck the brows and kiss in air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem