it is yet night of dream
let me see moon of white
lily is still here of her muse
wishes see in mirror of yours
heart is far away from bliss
eyes preens to other side of
lest fragrance of flower may whisper
as joy to rejoice in its room of reason
oh are you there to sing song of red
as breath loses haste to ruffle onshore
silhouette engulfs to wrest love of light
warmth to entice upon let me recall history
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem