I asked you to be gentle,
not negating the love. The mythological
legend will start wiping the tears.
You stand without a sword.
The white goddess made for me, though
with pink bones, silvery eyes.
A long tweezer was
interbred with gods. Invaders come
for a savage rivalry on the planet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem