Was it a coexistence?
The black holes were merging. Holy
charm. Gods were not worthy.
Unrooted. Land was
hungry. How can you weigh love of the bonfires?
My age was betraying. Yet I stand.
If the sky falls, don't you
drop the jaws. You enchant me with
abbreviations. You can speak with your mouth shut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem