You are living on
your own, to find me. I was
in between the lines. Was it a misophonia?
To make a temple for
each other to give a farewell. Will give a
relief when the pillars will stand forever?
Who will touch my poverty.
An invisibility gives a resilience
for a love song in reverse undying pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who will touch my poverty? Your prudent inquisition needs serious introspection dear poet.