In my helplessness
in fear of the unknown. I will not listen,
who was the prey of choice.
Now I will take a dip
in pain, trying to see both sides of
the moon on the volatile night.
At distance, do you
smell the smoke of a burning body
of a fallen comet without a tail?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will take a dip in the pain.... endurance has a different taste!