Live children
between you and me,
breathing last.
Viola blooms
near spikes of flames.
Your hands tremble.
How will you live
without moon in dark
night of terror.
Hope flattens.
You love only yourself.
Earth, breaks water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisite expression of feelings in the face of a daunting challenge. Thanks for sharing.