The flowers glimmer,
The trees move,
The air gets filled with love
And I want to sing with you.
When you sing,
You extinguish the fire.
You expunge the heat,
You make the fabric change its colour
And the moon lets out harmonies.
When you sing,
Your pages flutter like the wind
That is carried by the stars
And your ink shows its wonder
And I hold you in my hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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