the day arrives
and gives you the sense
of blandness to what once
tasteful
spontaneously
you waited for this
you don't click anymore
and it is pointless to still
say the same words of
endearment over and over again
less its original meaning
and now, you announce to the sun
you are ready for the night
even without the moon
you shall dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem