A moral thought
beats the water to sink the sins
of last man trying to live.
A row of lost people
and about-turn. I am reading, how
to marry a rising sun, eyes shut.
All moons will be taken
away exhausted. The kingdom
will not die. The silent pain will become Horace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem... appreciated the thoughtful poetic expression. Top score!