What do you have in your eyes,
Those can go straight to my way,
Of thinking and then beaming of rays,
The magic wand and its spray,
Of blooming pixels in every sect,
The world without these changing climes,
May not be alive, so are the human and their love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem! Vibes of love against all odd that's what humans got!