what is a cold
morning to
a warm blanket?
what is warm blanket
to our
warmer bodies?
but love is always
warmer than
everything that is
cold and
unforgiving
Time lurks and
silent as a tiptoe
slowly takes
everything away
leaving the blanket
cold
colder than the
morning
that keeps the tears
and grows
those fears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem