Anichimus, can you taste
The warm kisses of dead love
Lurking in the shadows of memory?
Will you caress the course rope
That has gracefully accepted my life
To free yours?
You know you could have left
Some blood at the bottom of my heart
Now, my blue-black pain dangles
At the end of the rope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem