in the evenings of passion when the senses relax
urges awake and desires are grown..
feelings are focused and emotions are born…
my spirit gets feeble confronting your soul..
its like a sun that blushes when moon crawls up horizon,
in the evenings of passion what happens is known..
Author ~ Samin Jan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem