i though i lost your secret,
while contemplating your vague strata.
are you revealing or hiding
your little hell evil
desire or strata emotions.
i felt and always feet to do
the tapping of the untapped young soul,
who wants to awake up
and find the divulged layered layers
cracked and laid down
like a red rose or orange roses petals.
wake up!
to see
your dew
dripping over
your satanic soul
or if i am mistaken,
your red orange green petals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem