You live in your own
world. I fall like Niagara riddled
with memories peddled with blood signature.
What was a Pi in the
ocean of tears. I drag the body of
fallen tree of virtue.
The roots are spiking
up to talk to the sun. What was the
meaning of light years in dark?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful and thought provoking write. Very perceptive title.