You Will Not Know

You Will Not Know

The wrinkles write
the age of weather's rings.
You burn fat on lips.

Let's go on the hills
to find the hidden moon
behind the rainbow.

Where will go, the
children of unknown,
blaming the god!

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

In my mind this is possibly about pagans and how they blame god for their disbelief. I could be wrong but that is what the words spoke to me.