Can you survive between
body and pain? My Looking glass
does not tell the real truth.
My poems wriggle in
quietness. You have taken furthest
my truth. Absolute silence screams.
If my pains come to
life, a scented kiss heals the wounds.
I need only my one deity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, indeed love heals wounds!