A serene lull prevailed
When we knew our soft shadows will vanish
But we patiently waited for dusk
To let darkness fall between our knees
But utter blindness wrapped our thighs.
The fingers like spiked flowers
Wrote a bright poem she smiled upon
The mundane harbor, ships mast-less
Drenched her dreams all night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem