a touch at the heart
will light it's inner spark
for what we are waiting for
with faces in the window
having storms in the night
sporting long hanging viscous fangs that bite
many choose to live by sight
claiming that's their right
yet who are they anyways
a beautiful flower display
this is all I have to say
yet don't delay
wouldn't have it any other way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem