Beyond the great grey curtain hang the wise
Old stratospherical eyes that freeze trans-
Cosmic. Boiling winds and silver death whip
Carnivorously crushing the voidless
Form of time and space to render it forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. Really liked it. A good write. May i invite you to read my poem called, reborn.