Lying down low
On a place
All of us know
face to face
The place
Between heaven
- and hell
The place
Between genius
- and madness
The Place
Between hope
- and fear
It’s a place I know well
Even if I don’t want to
It’s a part of my cell
And you know the place too
The place
Between terror
- and joy
The place
Between apocalypse
- and resurrection
The place
Between lie
- and truth
You know the name
That it is called
But you have shame
To say: ‘It’s called
- Love –‘
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guess what I like most about your poems: They are like feeling-filled figures on white paper dancing in harmony: -) Great poem: -)