No shelter but darkness
everywhere
A greedy tongue meets beauty
Consuming the universe
The warm memories of the sun have been forgotten by the mist travelers
Little birds have forgotten the memory-humming, wind-gathering
And so begins across the vast sky
Famine of freedom
Once the wings of the birds were broken
Lean, very pale
Dream - he is
Because of eternal imperfection
Originally met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem