Fire thus;
and gun race;
bullet did not stop; but counting
yet; i know not,
that those bastards; were shooting;
those bastards; were hunting
an immortal human soul
now; in hour of her death; life thus
but how many time; must she die!
Uhm! time flies across my head, as my heart gallop
Thank you poet. For everything that was is or will be. Well I wish to be a great poet like you
Thanks to those kind soul that comment here, whose lips kiss not, but use in prayer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a deadly soul