Words have both life and soul and they touch thou to thy core.
If I could send mail through air. I would write 'the words' on the aroma of Night-blooming Jasmines, in the ink of moonlight. And I would send them to you in the morning breeze, pearled with dews and packed in mist of twilight. Setting the notification tone in birds sweet singing voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem