everything flows
from itself
I am not able to keep you
and
I am not able even to keep
myself
o silvery rivers
caressing the earth
hands
of poor
lovers
Ecstatic write...specially the imagery of earth as poor hands..well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write. Nice flow. May i invite you to read My poem called indian man.