It was a solar bite. Why
are you living behind the endgame?
You want to suffer without bruises?
Does your anger tear,
legs and hands? The satan outreaches
the religion. Open Handed I give love.
The deceits appear again.
I believe in the lake not crocodiles.
I will drown in your heart. Will you spill out?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem