My autumn fire heart grows
Adapting
To your oceanic love
Never dying out
But instead
Melding with your love
Forming
A cosmic berry of ecstasy
That washes our saffron silk skin
And brings out the rare beauty
Inside our winter dawn souls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem Michael. Beautifully expressed. Thank you.