Red face
Burning
Since the dusk
With its red faces
Escaped into my face
Withered
My blood its race
Along the veins:
And
Pined the more
I
With a higher pace
Scarlet
The face
Burning
Leaves and pages
Turning
The painful past
Coming
Right down
To the crucifixion and
The Calvary to today
At last
At last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem