hey sleepy monster
let us sleep in our naked souls
I know you hurt
but would you close your eyes forever?
or you would take us to your battlefield?
sun is weeping upon you
and winter is no certain to descend on you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sun is weeping upon you and winter is no certain to descend on you.. earth, and universe, an original picture that comes out of a poetic heart. tony