I would give all for a handful of soil.
There I left my footsteps for the first time.
A Handful of soil was swallowed by the rubble.
For the handful of soil that I carry in my bosom.
Handful of soil on where I step freely.
Where my heart beats joyfully.
Handful of soil that remains behind the nails.
For her sun flowing in my veins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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