Swaying to the song of the breeze
My dress patiently undulates
Even if his hands aren’t upon them
Swaying to the song of the breeze
The shadows wondered deeply
At the absence of music, rhythm
Swaying to the song of the breeze
I slowly dance with the darkness
Until the light of your hands take me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem