No hoax. I am dating
myself. The body displays the
culture, a suicidal dharma.
Who delivers the pain
and who was the receiver? The resilience
of love pokes my sanity.
The climax comes, when
the sun and the moon strike. The
tears of the dead sea want to give salt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem.....Thanks for sharing, liked it.5****