life goes in hand with death
takes off her clothes
playing roles
covered with
non-existence
dancing like a shadow
in the cyclone of white
parodies all in the mask
body tired of being
silent
in the dance
of non-existence
Interesting poem that uncovers and cloaks the body, the concepts of life and death and living free and open. Beautiful images Anna.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an inspiring write, Anna👍👍👍