Your jasmines smile, when
you handover a bunch to me.
It makes you win my lips.
I do not know how
you turn roses pink, when
I hold your hand under the moon.
In an esoteric way, love
will make the words disappear.
The cage was always empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"I do not know how you turn roses pink"