You are eating me
away, inch by inch in broad daylight.
A dying lamp still sits on the water.
The moon drops the blur light.
Do you know how the house breaks without
war? The prince lives in a wax palace.
The last tears have dried
up. The lies are rising in balloons.,
and the sky is coming down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem