sunlight streaming through broken glass
tiny particles settling on the skin like snowflake kisses
and she is the moon hanging in the sky
illuminating gaze between day and night
for she is the laugh in the soul
the girl with the golden tresses
like rapunzel circa '09
elegantly descending upon us
and she is acutely intricate
like an escher woodcut
fading to nothing and starting once again
twilight to daybreak to nightfall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem