Silk clouds shine rivers of peace
Moonlight on the fallen vampires
Beauty on moss leather stars
All the hidden life in wanton time
Nothing shall ruin my soul
Just weak human flesh
Strange hearts
Here and there a clear moment
Spite coils like serpents
High notes are hard to hit
Shrunken worlds swelter
Our roads go in circles
Here we are in the broken circle
I told you I forgive you
Let me go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem