I let you return with folded hands
I let you return with folded hands
And raise a silent cool
And raise a cool silence
To your body
To your love
I let you return with the conscent of grey heart
I let you return with the hurt of tears
Being’ pierced by the social knife
I let you return
I let you return
I let you return with folded hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one. style is atractive. carry on...