she comes when she desires
in deep sleep
in heavy rains
in sixth gear
in take offs
in moments of passion, joy, ectasy and delusion
and when am sad, down and out
she is my mistress
my secret miss
my love
my poetry
she is....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Manoj, it's nice...10... Tsira