Once upon a time there lay a man and lady of porcelain.
Her slender hands that spread ice.
Her cold lips do curl with a curve.
His eyes do see beliefs nay there.
His arms warm around tight.
Their breath misting in the air.
Their hearts beating as whole.
Their touch dwells in their lingering soul.
In the days of old.
Their kindness staying.
Their blood crooning.
Their inner child running.
Once upon a time there lay lady and man of porcelain.
They will always dance in this time Abimer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem