You touch my mind like a serpent
Serrated steel like a gown of moonlight
Your poetry breathes with lush fields
Deep in the forest fear walks like time
Your arms rescue Keats
Dying with love is sanity
Roses will grow by a sea of wisdom
Will she stand by me?
Will she love herself that much?
The moon is a strange creature
The stars seem to speak with pain
I wait for you like a war to end
Tonight I am black and white
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem