Restrained. A day
wasted again to find the truth
of pearl without oyster.
Go ahead. You will
not cross anything. Stealth hurts. You
will suffer silently. A love within a love.
Go, when you walk
on hands in sleep. It was the heart bleeding
for jasmines in the sun falling on dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem