Who care the immobile of the pain of my heart,
which can satisfy the desire of my soul?
The lamp of desire burn everlastingly.
And eternal and no-one else
Can feel the core, in my depths
And plug me with the delight of achievement.
written by ezna 19/sept/2010 8.38pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem