In a long war, the
moon had abducted the earth. The
colossus thinks to fly to catch the sky.
Would you like to
shake the cadavers? An aftermath makes
the ghost bleed. Only a silent river remains white.
Ancient history and
religion are going to fail. You are my
sacred roses. We were waiting for milk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem