The dead sea
and the naked soul.
You are not worthy
of forgiveness. The smell
of sweaty soles
tells it all.
You dust the window
to read the green moon
and turn off the forest
of dark faces.
It is critical time
to collect the body
after falling from gray
humor of beliefs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The smell of the sweaty soles tells that all' thought provoking line, Sir..