I spent the morning, walking in the early dew
Reverberating footsteps, heavy draining march
several hours in the rain
always
they pass so slow
Clocks and snails, a painful race
will future generations know his fate
of ribbons and pearls, his Darkest Queen
Living a lie, forgetting a dream
I spent the morning......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem