Loving so much so
I search in the bell jars,
of long forgotten poets.
Looking for that fragment, that lost piece,
be it love or sanity or freedom,
That left them,
Sucking the sweet lullabies of carbon monoxide delirium,
Even the outright child stomping in anger,
Only wishes to know,
what was found in the final
gasps of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem