the way of faith
the one who has fallen into the hands of manipulation
as if it was between magnificent wake-up lights
with distances of peace between them
he had seen this road in this way
among many other roads
which sometimes seemed to meet
and he watched him
but he stood still and did not go anywhere
behind her
why
why
and it seemed to smell incense
she headed where another burned incense
they were shaking their feet
and tears trembled in their eyes
it was too hard to see how much suffering
faith in the justice of the stars
it was in his soul
she was happy to embrace him
she loved him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem