yellow doors.blue wings.white lines on black universe on life-canvas.
poetry is apoetic in time of conflicted being and becoming.leaves green, leaves fall.kioskbof glued tie of mind.pious lines.gist of blinds.poetry is apoetic in times of kitch-poetics.reclining figure of alphabets.
life is a group of birds. caricaturing and calligraphing reality of trailing emptiness of acts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem