Your words were played like a music
through the driblets in my roof,
Your smile floats like a birds
wing in the Golden rays of sun,
In wide space branches of a tree
sprinkle the raindrops into the
flowers on its root, While crossing
my window moon will be burnt
through your memories and fall
down like an ash into the farthest
mountain, until rain remains here
in the earth ball, I keep seed the
roses for you......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem