Take his kiss upon the petals!
And, in painting from you now
Let him to paint …
he is an artist without brush
if leaves have flown away
In a night, in a vision
Is it therefore a rain drop or sun rise?
All that he wishes or sees
Let him to stand behind you
Of a trampling in half of heart
And hold his kiss in half bed
let him to dream within the limit
Through his fingers to the deep
While you sleep-while you weep
One from the pitiless wind
Is all that roots or moods
while dance in the rain
but you are a flower not blossom yet
Kiss is a butterfly..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Indika. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks