It was a dry run to die.
Inequality between sun and moon
always inspires to save the earth.
My love was beyond the
pain of stones submerged in the
salt lake. Nightmares visit the eyes at night.
In well defined ripped
loyalty, a black star says, I am-
the cry of fallen truth of the conscious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem