poem

Give me a word that is like the sky
Simple, great,
Deep; - All the tired casualties are in the blood of the villagers
The heart of the dirty history is like a familiar man,
The woman who I love for a long time
That night is like the intense wind of starvation:
That day - the endless angle of light, like the Chanchal wing
That bright bird - all the thirst of the birds
Looks like glowing like a fire, like the end-of-body wax