There are many
seeds that sprout
in dristling rain
on the fertile soil.
There are some
secrets of love
that will be
enkindled only
on the oil
lamp of the soul.
(Graphic: Aspiremag net transforming your relationship keeping your lamp filled. Google Bilder)
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I would like to translate this poem
the love the fire of love enkindles the lamp of dark soul/// superb writing