to words just spread
like hands like air like love of a friend
beyond the reach of silences - it hurts
beyond the water into songs - it flirts
with sundials and the gloves of paling shades
like drops of three bloods on swords with two blades
we'll be the two's division the lie and evil thing
unless we give them all to the fireflower's ring
no task to words just spread - no ash no urn
it's a final beauty nothing for a short sojourn
divinity for all of those who know
we've got nothing to lose and even less to earn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem