hate of the witch searches for a crack in her mind
hate your native tongue
remove yourself permanently
of something
and leave me in your place
the time had come when she understood it
that this hatred was a permanent harassment
it's like a dizziness like a slight blow to the forehead
this hostility had exerted
to become a soul presence
almost invisible
the princess is moving away from this woman
but she is looking for her again
the heart that created his obsession
pursues the target
pursues the target
how angry the witch was when she was caught
between curious hearts from each other
curious about the sufferings between them
how she tried again
black circles in tears touched with lust
why your heart hurts
why your heart hurts
she leaned like a willow
and now she sees her heart in a lake
it was the heart of the lake
time passed, and she did not feel how he was going
a warm and silent time
in which only her thoughts
the sun listened with care not to lose one
as she lost many of her thoughts
without reading them
the sun made her boyfriend come closer
then rays were raining with men's words
over the field in front of her
the lake embraced it as a hug
legs
and a swan flew over her head
the wings almost reached
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem