The voice in your hand
Under the sky my eyelids float
Come closer in my palms
Myrtle from Eden
Above the line of innocence
A holy cloud walks away
On the knees of Goddess
Voice as language is a saint
(with a music of Motohiko Hirami)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem, based on, I presume, Japanese music - like the style