to go to you
i must enter a room
i open a door
of dreams
when i am there
finally
i try to touch your
face
your body
i long again
to make love with
you
you are a mirage
on such pretenses
a shadow from the
moon
a mist on a very
cold morning
you have not
withstood the crucible
test
of light.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem