Now i turn my face towards the wind.
Greedy eyes burning, emanating nothing twinkling
....
Starlight, veils that hide the lost dance.
I penetrate the night.
That shows me profoundity.
Where there are glowing embers and floating flowers.
Limbo.
My harvest is the sea.
My destination are the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem