Come into the darkness of mutilation
placed in the small island of the woods
leading to dry land
singled from orginal colors
From what things I've tasted of desire
I hold keys to the heart
that has yet to be discovered
as a love journey
But when grey skies are formed
how can there be room
for the sunseeker
to have a place at
night time....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, a poem of interesting questions. Read mineThe Bloom of Youth - Adeline