And the flagrant eyes turn their gaze
beneath the uncut light
I, the gracious fire
get you in the pangs of the wings
and heresy makes you the night
rendering water with every might of a void
I follow, and get blind
towards the oblivion
Torment, the beloved
sails through the veins
like that quivering arrow
and I wrap my memories
with the fragrance of your departure
through the darkness of light
05/10/2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem