İff not, everything
From a picture consisting?
Compaenstation to death, life
Turns to lonelimess, love.
Is it a lie, paradise?
When I misd
Will be turn to hell?
Ah my liberty
That, I love deadly.
But at once
Howmany
I was sure that
They were true
Love and liberty.
And
Going down onto cities slowly
Like dark night
Death was so far from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem, H. Leila