She taught that beauty mastered,
always masters, and so began our new-making.
The diagram of love, explained.
The wisdom of tears, revealed.
The nothingness of childhood, restored.
And through the night
a bird, with no human motive, sings.
Translucent shadows dance unseen
across the slated roof.
Blood sweetness shivering
on my tongue, I can’t resist
swallowing.
shel, I feel a hand of the great master, It is fine poems which causes strong emotions... Sincerely, Tsira
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I would like to translate this poem
Another awesome masterpeice from the magic of your pen. Thank you Shel