Your eyes,
a story
The only you don't wanna tell
Your mouth,
a promess
That we are unable to make
And your skin,
a poem
The only one i haven't read
Your laugh,
a sound
That i don't want to go away
Your whole
existance
Makes everything meaningless
My heart,
hesitant
Under the storyteller spell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem