In the negative infinity between us,
In the desolate field of wounded hearts,
Where echoes of sorrow roll at night,
We remained, separated from our slumbering dreams.
Like two comets lost in the dark,
With different trajectories and pale lights,
We collide in silence, sparking lost hopes,
In the empty void between us, without our sacred ten gathering.
Clad in tumultuous and desired loves,
With hearts shaved by wounds and shattered memories,
We seek to find each other in the unclear infinity of reunions,
But numbers are rewritten in an estranged game.
We stifle silent words and secret longings,
Like flowers that hide their petals in white graves,
In our souls, languorous words dance,
But in the negative infinity, it intertwines with our immortality.
Like a snowflake in a whirl of madness,
We search for broken wings to take us away,
But the ice had melted, the dream was begged for the common cause,
In the scenery of memories, it promises the soul only death.
But maybe, one day, in the wave of revived life,
We will find each other, just two intersecting spirals,
When the negative infinity will call us from the window,
To understand each other again in the world beyond the scenery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem