The Sun could never replace
The warmth you've left on my lips.
Although the night comes,
I need nothing else.
My lips patiently wait
In hoping that there is a tomorrow.
So the Sun can see once more,
The warmth you've left on my lips
As fine as a dramatic moment ensured hope for future- thanks for sharing dear friend- add my 10++ on your lips
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I would like to translate this poem
Sensual and intriguing, often giving anthropomorphic powers to intimate acts. The kiss makes the sun warm through its perception of such. Lovely.