Pardon my Alter Ego.
My poems fall like snow from the
eyes like jewels of thoughts and tears.
The words deem meaning
of about turn. Each truth cries. I will
go away with light in lonely sky.
A nameless pain takes
revenge. Why do we start the beginning
of living burial in the dark lake?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem