Back like thousands ago
Were the wallpaper green brown
Already past people know
The weary eyes of her own
Angel in the morning sight
As nothing was not gazed
The touch in the freezing night
As something frozen blazed
The sephia of glassy sketch
The bear of forever promise
The memory I could not catch
The moment I will always miss
When night crawled the heart
Silent there a silent lullaby
When sight lost the heart
Quiet there a quiet lullaby
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem