The hymn, an unentered
temple, you come in pause.
There was uncanny space between words.
I let it go my sleep.
The angst. I have to pay price my love,
for sharing the blanket of life.
We will look at moon
together to abdicate the throne of
thorns and find out peace between the knives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seek peace between knives... wonderful contemplation! A brilliant poem.. liked it.