Wings, wings rising,
Fills the sky itself
It's raining cats and dogs
The soil smells.
No more meditations
Foaming feelings
Grows and rises
The soil is moist
Cold winds are blowing
The waves are rising
The orgasms begin
Dissolves in mating
Love blossoms and blossoms
What happens in the future?
What if the wings are gone
What if it is crushed
What if it ends in suicide
In the trap of fireflam
Comparing life and death with the clouds and rains is a nice idea. Life rises like clouds, rains, and clouds disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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