Ax Song
My density is chopped up into two parts by an ax.
One part is a clumsy boy like wood.
Another part is the wrong sentence after the flame has burnt out.
In the city the ax tempers itself and obtunds into a hammer.
The hammer melts in love and sharpens like a knife.
The knife cuts open the friendship and becomes confessions in line by line.
Robin's breast is colored by the blood of Jesus.
You can also be baptized, or even grow wings to fly,
But still you can't forgive yourself.
March 21,2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An emotional poem with good expression of desire.