City of ashes and
burns, I try to place my home
after the mudslide.
It was a great show.
You ape the rain coat, enter the
cloud to fight the fog.
Cocoons will not burst.
No pain of deliverance.
Butterflies drop wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
City of ashes, nice work.10