You step out of the words.
Absence can not be replaced.
The hunger game begins,
I will now accept your velocity.
The wholeness may shatter,
when tears become a flame?
In alarm, the bones
knit the feathers. A god wants to fly.
It was your thought and
my pen, I will write with my blood.
A quick start for a suicide.
The futile debate will not end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem