In a place that I remember someone,
A coffin resides, and it houses the death.
One life made me ill like a reality,
Frenetic circumstances outweighed,
And bliss entered with fervour,
Like the billowing winds, forcing a death.
The deity of the night is a shallow beast,
Feeding philosophers with divinity,
Due to the colour of the sky and the beauty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem