your poetry
have become my shadow
as mine too
had always been
and so we have
become more of shadows
to ourselves
lost in darkness
we talk about something
else
oh, reality is not
fun at all
as we touch our bodies
feeling like
stones
or if we are those
roses
on a frosty night
we have grown
more thorns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem