In the face of others
the day has eyes.
But just a little while ago - especially
for you - a screen lowered
over the world, a kind of silk
through which penetrated
a voice, soft and melodic,
which reflected little bits of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Eila. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.