Only poetry, only poetry.
And nothing here
On this earth.
No divinity no heaven
But earth, only earth.
Dream is here, only dream.
And nothing here
In our life, in our philosophy.
Words and mercy
All mystery all oracles.
Without any doubt
We moved and realised
Our own world
Gentle and lovable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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