A huge book to read
Is like
Along way to walk
If you are unable to touch
you are unable to start
If the days captured by night
That would be Inversion
Dark as back shed
Only see yourself and then
You are about to sink
And you will think
You are still far far
until you fall a sleep
You can't walk towards your pain
You can not bear it
You can not hear it
But your heart still flown by...
In your dream...
You are convulsed
That would called
Invisible invitation
sudden convert in to your direction..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a poem