you are my beautiful shame.
I’ll take everything that I have ever known, in this life and the past’s unknown
From what seems to be wings which have never flown, seen the sky or ever shone,
brought the light and set to night Stored away in a place unknown
your Smiles, your glimpse, your sight, it knows…
of no boundaries, it just flows…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem