A candle burns in the
eyes. It is my quivering poem. A broken
sun. Will give you a gift of the moon.
Covered with flames. You
will become a comet. Ice, rocks, dust and
the water. You will weep without tears.
Are you everything? Blue
berries are blooming. I converse with
flowers of wilting roses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You will weep without tears.......liked this poetic expression dear poet.5 stars.