Every time I get revive
The feeling get more intense
The joy- the pleasure
You are trying to make me fulliest
Make me more sophisticated
Art! where i do linger?
Anon, the wind makes me fly
In the deep regrets of mine
I found senses a true senses
Art, has reveal all the secrets of mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem