the light dug darkness craving
back to the secret womb and peace
like a word resting on the tip of a poetic expression
craving a slip of a tongue
spontaneously looped back into its origin heart
oh but who knows the heart
and inner dialogues sometimes unrecognised
by a meaning too official for brushing
Diamond's a future with an archeological mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem