cool air soothes
an estatic feeling
slight rain builds
amber dusk infuses
an endearing pastiche
the feet tries to measure
blow and blow
the slight wind plays
on an inner sanctum
where a thousand
poems have been strung
paradise this may not be
if frozen i will take it too
and lower my expectation of
a heaven i may never get to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem