Burning flames my heart dream.
Of ancient silence, absolve & winging.
Like in a dream, where storms listen.
Butterfly cocoons stand.
And at the night light, between the sea of the skies
Like rustic water, where antique mountain fall.
I discover my woes.
And when my body rest
Silence coupled angel respect.
Exiles, describe like in a horizon of eyes.
Flames burn like ices.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem