Compelled to probe.
O life you have defeated me in
the race of love. No vital signs to drink hemlock.
Attitude. Dead but not dead.
Do not rue. Each day it dies at the
sunset to remake the light for blinds.
The gender escapes from
the truth. Wants to become bisexual.
Do you think the sun and moon will sleep together?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"Life has defeated me....in the race of love" good