I keep losing track
In the maze of your eyes
And desire to return home intensifies
Bangles broken at the door sill
Echoes through the air still
The door that is slowly closing
Has started to forget the meaning of waiting.
Really I like this poem Bangles broken at the door sill The door that is slowly closing! ! ! ! Excellent! !
New foliage of willow to Bangles broken at the door sill Echoes through the air still The door that is slowly closing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautifully touching poem