Scratching off the bark of thee
to solve all my misery
wrinkles on my skin appear
sweet bitterness is made from fear
Oh my Love Melancholy
falling from the apple tree
did I bite or grasp to soon
falling to and from the moon
space-less and yet really free
faith surprises oddity
are you there to nurture me! M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem