I found again, my
poems, the haunted imprints of
shattered hearts in gothic style.
Poems twist. Old words
are disappearing. Love changes the
meaning. Underground seeds explode.
The foundations begin to
crumble. Would I ever see the justice
of the will to reassemble the grass?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply awesome poem, I see vivid imagery while reading your poem from Gothic structure to haunted house and the meadows with green pasture.5*****