Your blatant lies are wonderful,
Which makes my thought beautiful,
Dust of pollen from the golden hill,
Filled my poor heart with diamond silt,
Those are the lies, really words of comfort,
Half mast happy flag may go up to the top,
The timely lies are too great to scoop,
As the flavored ice cream from the tub,
May Melt and disappear in a minute,
But the feeling I feel will be felt forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Veeraiyah. Thank you for sharing. Peace