From now on i go to Huma not the desert. Ihave roamed in deserts.
There were parts of me I didnt like, so i turnend into dust under your skirt, humbly serving your intrests.
Transcending, the parts of me, casting away myself, to the waves like hundreds and thousands on a vanila ice cream..
Contorting, the map was closed, mirrors set me free an ocean of images saved my innocence from the earth bound assasins.
Those who know the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem