After the compound stab
like a suicide note, there was left nothing.
The space was increasing.
You wanted everything
to release the fog. It was divinity to
divide the intimacy between the same souls.
What is enough to live
again? Who needs meditation after
incarceration. Let the green trees give epiphany.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let the green trees give epiphany.........a sensible soul can only expect so