I am rolling down,
down, in dream, thinking of
you pulling a thorn.
A butterfly flirts.
You find shelter in pain. The
power wants to celebrate the dark.
The hands tell your
anxiety. They tremble while
holding a pen writing a name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The power wants to celebrate the dark.. this line leads the poetic meaning in deep thought...well penned 10+