will you touch
silently touch
like a butterfly on my knee
the secret born within
a dandalion sky flight
will you dream
the wings and flames
and the shadows of the red sky
dying in the sweetest perfume
gains and losses of awaken soul
will you touch
silently touch
like a butterfly on my knee
and speak no more
of ripples and torrents
when they bring no balm
to memories of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem