What is your nature strip? You go without me
What will be your grief love? You leave my forehead
My irises bloom in the dawn without drowning
My soul grows, garden of evil or will be born
The cold injury in my heart forgot
The brilliance of the sun, cover the eyes scorpions
Transfigured dawn swarm bent kiss
Raises the aroma, leaves in pieces
Rude designed, hand drawn me dictates my life
I would offer so much, my perfume opium April
I know every puff on a sore lip envy
Wave hot bait on a bottom manly
I tend to play my bird, my soul I broods
Cons torpor lunar weighs on my shoulder
A black curtain of fear of a white mirror, I agree
My wrinkles draw willingly spent in coals
Streams, desolation, despair, pain
Sooner or later, the light shapes the horizon
Trainera darkness for sweets
Dew water, tear of joy full season
traslated in english from my web site www.coeurh.blogspot.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem