They come in different colours
But all have the same shapes
They are trapped in a socket
But bring to us things beyond grasp.
Although they cannot touch
But still they make us feel
A few seconds that I stare at my lover's eyes
And I feel a tickle in my heart
They bring colour to our world
And prevent us from total blackness
They are the two magical balls
That women also have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem