after the last moments of that new begnning
he in dream, half broken,
went on to the valleys back
where he found himself, naked.
uncovered with care, lullabies
or...
love..
and love is a mean and only mean of taking birth.
away and far awy from the deat5h,
the untouchable.
it dies
later..
may be spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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