I am inside
The Horizon of your yellow umbrella
The fragrance of the night
Is still in the pot of your eyes
Still with me that yellow glass
In which
we drunk the limitless time
Can we go back to that station again
Can we find our self again.
simple lovely poem.. Brigs a smileon the face of the reader
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its nice boozed binged blottoed state…excellent but Dear Poet why want to come out? Nice imageries Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10/10 n