Unmasked from
face to consciousness. Transition always
hurts. Pans out in blood.
You cannot sing in the
throes of selfism.The sacred water
reignites the love. You put ashes aside.
The words are nomadic.
Kissing or burning the cracked lips.
I may be hot or cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Transition always hurts... so true! The poet has brilliantly unfolded the life cycle of agony. A precise work... appreciated.5 stars.