Seeing through the blinded eyes, strangers talking.
Awakened through a broken sign,
depriving rhyme.
Going through the envisioned life,
speaking in a mime.
Astral projections through a viral communication,
lines not joining to make the consolidation.
Spell bound in the white spaces,
cannot hold on to the black devotion.
And for unknown reasons strangers talking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem filled with intrigue...resonant