little d' dark angel with pleasing eyes
when it comes time to touch the sky
i won't burn of it and
i won't catch flame of it around it.
i can only look to your eyes,
where they take me, is back to the sky.
as i move along the bottom clouds, between.
i was partly,
and i will remember your small part to feel it/you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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