2022-08-29 ☼ translations
I did not know
I had such a precious
past
the abrasions of poverty
made these sparks glow
back when I lay in the fields
breathing in the scent of nature
a gentle wind enveloped me
and the scent on the wind drew tears
in years to come, I wonder,
will life ever be so calm again?
those sacred memories
water impoverished skulls
I have ploughed my way through suffering and all that we label existence
I did not know they were poems
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