I am carrying nothing.
This is something, before I disappear
from daunting dreams and snow.
Rowing in the circles.
Ambivalent? Was there a love constant?
Stay as a poet I ask the moon.
It was explicit. Insane flesh?
Why do you hold on in the dark. The
pain does not go, curdling fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant expression......liked it