All the people i have met
In a lifespan designed
They have shifted sand
Beneath the toes of evenings
Relationships ebb leaving
Longing sighs and tender looks
Angry suns burnish cool skin
To an already cinnamon glow
In truth each day is a universe
In which we are tangled in the light
Of stars only wanting to be
The natural twinklers we are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem