The inside space
Who holds the key?
Ignored by many
Who hurry their pace
Shunned by others
Not wanting to see
Abandoned by those
Who hide their face
From truths displayed
For an entry fee
The inside space
Who holds the key?
Is it you
Or is it me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hold the key, in my hand said the tiny, grain of sand I am the dune that faces the wind I am the ray that traces the glare.... The key is me