My life was beyond the
self to search you. The world moves
when you crash into my poems.
Mind swirls in a salt lake.
A star was becoming taller than me.
I was an anonymous lover.
I turned into a swaying
tree. No sweet mangoes. Someone
laughs. We were eating stings with honey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where have they gone to? Did you lose your lover?