Wearing the mask you
breathe into medieval thinking,
watched by sky-eye.
I was perplexed to
see the exotic revenge by the unknown
to dig out the earth's core.
What do you think?
Will we live till the moon melts
to imprint your face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Will we live till the moon melts? Wonderful expression.... liked it dear poet