expect this
domino game of pains
what you give me
i give to all of them
in return
and surely there will be
a collapse
of all emotions
the last one to have it
may inflict upon himself the
worst
but who cares?
this is a well connected world
the moment a butterfly flutters
a storm
somewhere is created.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem