This was a benign
separation, to meet in the dead sea-
one day. The white veils had red spots.
Is it the beginning of
voracious end in broad daylight? Smoke was
coming from a deep heart.
I share the sage bush
to give a pungent smell, like a saint
giving the thoughts to spikes.
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I would like to translate this poem
An insightful little vese written so brilliantly dear poet...Top score.