O narcissist, you hold on
to the last word of a lie. You had
kissed only the dust of stars.
Here, there where will be
you, if I give you a call of my dominion?
My jasmines are asking to bloom.
The legends are pouring in.
Time heals old wounds to make
new. My future always gets ready.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem