, , Let there be light
behind the doors of lead, ,
When eyelids are extinguished
like some torches
people
hide
in the chest
same stories
with, , was once
the whip
of words, ,
yet
Other heavens
snaps around the mouth
and you wonder
if you have
power
to take
from the
othe start
through the maze of shadows
thinning daily
until at pain.
When eyelids are extinguished like some torches people hide in the chest same stories Archaeology penned in a great manner. so i understood this poem. if i am wrong pl. tell me. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you! it is true