My pain speaks again.
Where do I get peace without
prefix? My page has many pores.
When a mount weeps,
I am lost in fogs. Will the sun
acknowledge, the light reaches the dark mind?
There was a big space
in the sky. Why did the stars fight to make
new planets? Ah God where do you live?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem