There was a kitten in that cat
There was seed in that tree
There was a child in my shoes
There was a lover next to me
There was a star in my eye
There was a silence before song
There was a son in that father
There was a lost in that belong
There was a white before the page
There were no bars before that cage
There was a dream before this place
There was a form before this face
There was a chill before the war
There was a calm before the storm
There was a night before this day
There was a script before this play/
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem