Night in his arm
When it's starry and calm
Slow rhythmic strokes
Smell of incense and smoke
Heart beats hard for him
When in love we swim
Our love is pure as white
And I like to float in this dreamy night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Slow rhythmic strokes Smell of incense and smoke...... almost divine expressions dear Riny.. tony
Thanks Tony for your comment..! !