lover
in battle or height
the ground is cover
the rain slight
love is a chance
a glance at forever
atop a brink
the thirst I adore
climb in a glass
are we more
for we bask
in our major affections
no need of bread
we fall to the ground
the world instead
you are my mound
the earth I burrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem