On a cloth of my white love
as time passed by in my heart
with fear and anger
i risked my whole life
waiting for you on the bridge
which is connecting reality and dream
lacking power on my soul
With long beard and hair
and with a lot of dew in my hat
i, lending some cold with in me
to the cruel fire
in my heart
which became anger
and burnt me alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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