he past does not exist
this sharp edge of ice
must be melted
it was just a picture
without context
the subconscious who is subject to intimidation
and he obeys
it's like dead
without present
you can not force me
the past does not existthey knew that
but they wanted it to not exist
she
love reinvented
why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem