I try to put my fingers on time
But the clock keeps on ticking-
Oh delicious mystery,
Where do you keep the keys?
I try to hold love in my hands
But the wings keep on beating-
Oh delicious feeling,
Where did you hide my eyes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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There resides a pure dignified beauty within the borders of this poem; such subtle sweetness.