I do not possess it.
Only touch by breathing you.
The love rides the tears.
Some thugs have
stolen my vision. Now I search
my nightingale in the jungle
Is it necessary to pass a
test sitting on the pyre to see
the earth collapsing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" I search my nightingale in the jungle".. sitting on the pyre of our sins… Nothing helps us to light things up… poignant, but profound.