Exiled. Walking on rope.
Priceless life. Pain unyielding.I
never expected to flee water.
Why do men personalize?
The moon is divided by the tall trees.
Memory collects the leaves.
A stunning rise, You
are building yourself brick by brick.
The perseids will come verbatim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant expression dear poet, liked it