It is because of words
that wrap inside your mind
like silk in winds
that cool your face
when blushed it's run,
it's hands in over you.
It can remove your heart
and taste the beat that stills
the face that launched
a thousand
ships that all return,
to touch silks smile that
covers you.
It is the hand that shakes a
mighty gun
inside mountains navarone
on every foggy night you have.
It is the mind of cottons linen sheet
you wrap me in when i cant sleep so
safe and warm inside the smile you wear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem