I unfold easily.
Though sharp,
my crease is gentle.
Opened in the sun,
my shadows are short,
beneath the moon,
they are thin.
Unfold me.
Look within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is the way I want my creases to be J! Gentle.lol A lovely peak within indeed. Smiling, trying to get the last of the sun! Tai