i watch it
first
how love is made
how souls
mix
how a new world
gives birth
to the sun
and then i look
at the mirror
of myself
stares at this
beauty
and i know what i
want
this just this
and then i am at peace
with all
these broken pieces
coming back at
me in a collage
of a beautiful
pattern
full of colors
shining
and alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem