you go on and on in your mind
words never seem to end
the treasure of senses message
Unconscience in the holy land
of the entailed 'have never heard it'
but some ideas are recurrent.
time to laugh at some truths.
words never seem to finish
till the last drop of victory...
then the healing process begins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem