When love goes away
Poems come crawling
And I'm divided into two
The first one
Wearing a mask engages himself in earthly works
The second one
Awakes till at night
Ruminates the past
Draws pictures
And in early morning
He becomes a dream himself
The dreams enliven him
It gives him sustenance to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem