"Every spark …
every glitter
of the stars
that lights the night
is like a candle
at the edge
of my fingertips
burning
urging me to write
my pen twisting
penetrating
into my dreams
my spirit rising
breaking in silence
travelling
through the winds
that will lead
ultimately…
to the sweet chambers
of your heart.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem