The sky is clear, giving a complete view.
The stars that gleam, giving a lantern in
the dark.
The breeze that blow thus, i cant comply with the
sensation.
The streets are noiseless and rainless.
no agitation and interference.
This is my night, and no words can
narrate it.
She is.
My light in darkness.
My aqua in arid.
My oxygen in anaerobic.
My infinity in the sky.
My no words in a sentence.
Our love is lovely like the early morning mist
on untouched fields.
The dawn of it, gave my heart a strange escalating rate,
that was unevaded.
No words can convey the delicacy of its beauty.
The scent of freshly cut lemons.
Pulchritude is the only language we understand,
inelegance is not known.
The sun shines, and the posy efflorence in a manner that
no words can tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem