I am your crime
You are my sin. No guilt to kill
the shadow king. But art of life continues.
How many times
does the blood flow? The time goes
backward to know. We learned any time?
Your flesh is disappearing.
to expose the bones of our culture.
The skin still has the god's signature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your flesh is disappearing to expose the bones of our culture....meaningful expression dear poet.