Heaven may not be connected
to this star and survival may
not be equated to
an on-goingness
Love prepares to leave before
the first kiss..
The prince of darkness is the sun
he has not known
what I have known
It would be to him impossible
that freedom could consist
of bondage,
That the only
song was silence.....
That the will could be
Feeble in it's own folly,
And doomed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love prepares to leave before the first kiss.. The prince of darkness is the sun he has not known what I have known a very good poem. Feeble in its own folly