Give me a little time..
So I collect what dissipated
Of laughter in my lap,
I spent a lots of time
Wearing a black colors and
what flipped from starlight
On the threshold of attenders and absentee.
Give me more..
This death will not be stripping
by windows and amulets,
Nor stripping in front of thought
When rising in the air as doves,
not even bend the head,
when love reveals as a spring,
to our present filled with clouds and storms.
Give me leisurely..
So I can walk as suns walk in the sky.
I am not a guard to a scattered cold
In corners of house, silence and death
which despite the night crosses me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem