life reeled off and
i drifted far away to the height of a sky
now i reel in myself
when the sun in crimson setting fastly and the shadow close to the chin
dancing in a mystic way;
memories here and there
live or dead
thoughts seived or paranoid and the
whisperings new and old ones rattle all through
the conscience
and closing the diary not easy
but definitely
---a different job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem