Burn, burn, burn my poems, burn the memories of my sweet life, the memory of my old love, the endless silence of the desert, the fire
of my bones burn on the blazing among the dry lifeless bushes in the dust of the desert sky , burn my poems, burn the leaves of my memories
so that there is no longer a story of familiarity, until the cry of separation is extinguished , so that there is no longer a memento of me in autumn and spring , burn my poems. Burn the leaves of my memories
so that there is no story of familiarity to be silenced, the cry of separation until there is no more memento of me in the autumn and spring , burn my poems, burn the leaves of my memories
