There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon
stitches your name.
I wash your body
in tears to the concept
of undying love―
When the light goes,
trees start falling to pay
homage to roots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Washing body in tears of devotion and emotion is definitely very nice. This poem is interestingly penned.10