If the mind wants, come on
In the raining lazy-afternoon
Smells of Burflower & Pandanusflower
The two of them soaked in the rain.
Abandoned afternoon with plenty rains.
With smells of your wet-hair
I'll touch you a little-touchless!
Happiness is more than the happiness of touch
More happiness here than imagined happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem