Poezja

Do you hear the
unheard voices of
violence? I ask myself.

The events change
with moon's faces. I tell
you and everyone.

The pain of forgetting, come
when you don't want to
forget. You were destroying
the unknown.

The history repeats
the solitude of glaciers.
Carbon of earthly fires
was burning the ice.

The collective strength
of legs crosses the river of
hate. We love after hurting
each other.

I pray, I beseech
to stop the voiceless suffering.

The horizon has no depth.