Her beauty
Has been shed in vicissitudes
Cold the compelling stare
Is bizarre the poem
Vulnerable the existence
Resisted the hazardousness
Amending the scar by petal and leaf
Another person
Hiding his mind in TV
Silence and lies are the perfect abyss
So near yet so far
Were the same distance
The ferry has been reached
The edge of a fatigue love
The weaker became the girder
The stronger a moth
Girder and moth
A symbiotic irony
Awaken the joke
Veins with the mud
Collectively a buried truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silence and lies...a perfect abyss...nice.