On your wall
My shadow is dancing
Through your mind
My memory is mesmerizing
Seeking for the time
that we left behind
On my wall
the shadow of your dying flame
is sparkling
Through my closed window
Your spirit is haunting
Seeking for the light
where we could unite
Missing the light
In harmony with the night
The antithesis of blind
Where the sun is rising
The stars are dying
They see only you and I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem