You have to die
to live again for bloodline.
See how the wind blows.
The black roses go
in flames. I change myself
to understand you.
There was no niche
in your wall to place my
deity to mirror me.
Giving birth and dying and life continues. Interesting reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Observing reflection through mirror on the wall is very amazing definitely. An excellent poem is beautifully penned.10