We are family. Ask
yourself. Pain and cognizance burn
in cauldrons. Hazy eyes.
I know you cannot stand in
flames like Casabianca. Any angel
will ever drop? Were you a pure lamb?
Why did you divide the
love? To remain unbowed before the
surging black clouds?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent dear poet! T