And it is the morning of the first glory
Trapped in a cage of time
And it is the twilight of the first whisper
Forgotten on the lips
And it is the dawn of the first touch
Sealed on fingertips
Who’s gonna open them
The cage the lips and the fingertips?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and sweet, a great little poem.