Fine lines that constitute a border
blocking entrance or defining a role
smudge and constrict the thing they were meant to protect
to touch it, to think of it
elastic stretching over twisting desire to break
free spirit unlocking countless meaningless thoughts
a degree so small it is missed
knowing and wanting something that can't be ignored
it permeates the air and the earth
locked away in another time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem