of my pain and joy.
Body paints the naked earth
blue. Eyes in hot desert
search red poles and blue moon.
dripping accidents with sum flowers,
Then the words litter
on white paper. Very sad,
you leave nothing between the waits.
Dawn to dusk, pleasing the gods.
An owl on each branch
disregarding the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem