You walk in flames,
to reach the moon, biting lips.
I would love the win.
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The wolf night starts
howling, till the coming of
the dawn's ceremony.
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You stand at the brink
of hurts, when you feel a guilt
layer by layer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully crafted poem. Deep and thought provoking.10