Holed up
in my book
I find peace.
Riding moon, you don't
reach the other world.
Voiceless in
grief the words don't land
on paper.
The salamander
slips back in black hole
to taste old blood.
The holy place
ignites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Holed up in my book I find peace......enchanted beginning. A beautiful poem is well executed. Thanks for sharing.