What matters if I am
entering water. It does not bite.Your
attitude will preserve my pain.
What should be eliminated
to keep us in peace. Words don't die.
They float in air. Moon hides- -
The blood leaking from
black sun.. I watch the grief of purple
beauty sitting on flames in burning sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. This is hot poetry. Thank you.