when the mundane
becomes normal
and magic dies
life begins and ends
with a tilt
of your head
and within your
eyes
you are longing
and deceit
how can he
whose thoughts
are wings
give hearts aglow
to many
and when weary
overcomes the mass
with heaviness
ignore
i'll love him more
he'll never see me
smile
and i will never know
the reason why he does
even if..
even when..
i have to hide
just how much
his grace
allows me to
dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem