While Earth orbits..
My shadow stretch and getting bigger..;
I fall on, as a sharp knife, ..
In the face of the poem!
,
My words, barely..
Breaks your silence..,
Sleepy words as a breezes
By your silence;
You make it whirlwind!
,
Crazy whirlwind
Overflowing fountains and.. palpitations..
On your lips..;
Then it Ignites the poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem