From darkness to light
...to the colours.
Road the rays and
bumped to all brothers.
Mystery overflows day and night.
provoked heart took
a different flight.
Oh, my lovely galloping moments,
hold the storm in my breath.
You're not a blown myth.
This is what the story was
brothers, read it without pause.
Wearing a laughing mask
I paid the price.
Known a reckless stupid otherwise.
A sure fixed guest of honour
with a backdrop of an obscene banner.
This is, they said is a protocol
....futile to think after the fall.
They held the mask up and high
as flowers in bouquet slowly die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem