The darkness is not in me or thee,
It is in the times,
And we scream, not at each other,
But at the times,
For the darkness is not in me or thee,
It is in the times.
Let's be golden light,
Hold each other tight.
We are the best of times,
And now is the only clock of our love
Under milky covers of the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem