Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed
in moon. There was no mandate.
A knock at death's
door. I had slept in your arms.
Slept in your songs.
Don't remain mum.
It hurts the ethos. Mortal
injury comes to poetics.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
waiting is a game! let us all play the game of waiting well! wonderful poem!