A stirring silhouette,
a fall of grace.
A blooming bud of peony,
a scar forever stamped.
Precisely measured stroke
a gift of uncertain joke.
Absorbed stares and sneers
and disdained the Tarot seers.
An impregnable armor,
a pool of hopeless stain.
A mark that creates body
a mark never changed by me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem