What is it? The philosophy
of breakup? The chair starts moving.
Hanging gardens say nothing.
Moon hides the face. Who
does not want to live. Surreal poems
Talk to myself. Cut the hand.
Bleeding won't stop. Eyes
blink. There was history in my pain.
Love and Rosie still engage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem