You lived in me.
Pure words. Passion changes the
climate, when death is in the care of flowers.
You are playing a
pivotal role to mix hate and love.
Meanwhile I search for the light in darkness.
Ah, grace was not enough
What is mercy? We forget our religion.
Can you recite the sacred mantras?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem