sometime, on a gray day,
you shall know that i still
hold the moon and the stars
and there you are so mindless
about me and the power
that i hold in my hands, you
are so unconcerned and
loveless to my pleas for
love and desire and i get
tired on this and tonight
i shall dropp the moon and
the stars, and so it will be
so dark and i shall think
that everything about you
has come to an end and
that i shall be free.
inside the hollow darkness
you face begins to shape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem