Deep down
Distance of dark
pedals through heart
blocking the way
Even the ashes can't evaporate
Fragmented,
Corners of heart
frightfully framed
trying to trend with time
Unlike many things
Motionless days are not yet over
Countless laps of dark distance,
hardly resting ever
Colours of kite flew dark
Over his shoulder
Blueprint mistaken
god wrongly addressed him,
to place
Where he first met her..
: -festive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem