Thick full bodied fear testing our breath.
Of rains muddy tears acting as makeup.
Grey dawn hidding stars soul my friend.
Daisy shedding blankets slumbering present.
Uncooked meat reminders charred ambition.
Flanked approaching shadows...sweeping soul.
Loves this flower wars fertilizer now in blooms full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The breath is teased by death and many have feared but there is no need to do so. Flowers bloom with full vow and life blooms after death like flower. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned....10