I'll know the braid
I'll feel the scent
see your soul's music
all walls be rent!
no mirror, no watch
razors and flavors rare
nature alive in your eyes
into each other we stare
bonfire raging
never the other caging
life in gear
I'll pinch your rear
and know it's real
we'll know the feel
one set of tracks we'll leave
unto LIVING we'll only cleave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem