If I forget a night
Then I will get salvation
Departure is not a sin
your bossom in the garden my heaven
If the hair is a bridge between us
We can pass a thread in pinhole
Weaved wool is a black cover
What light need to show path
For the sun rest
Me thought moon grinded heat
Night with many tales
Of honey spelled by many feathers
Many scent the mid wind brought
The bonded log soaked in milk pot
A dropp in a draught tub
How I run for to ease the thirst
It is not the laugh a sign of hungry
Tree shadow relaxed my breath
Uneven waves makes me struggle
Do not hold castle in the air
Line by lines you made the distance become a shorter..the flowers along the gap make the distance vocally sounded far but feel close spiritually...keep it up and write new poem..it already a year without new poem my fella_Unwritten Soul
Dear friend, its difficult to comprehend the depth of your feelings.........if only you could explain a little.......is it blossom or bossom? and the lines if the hair is a bridge between us, ..............would you be kind enough to add some explanation, , , , , , , , , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your metaphors are so vivid that I appreciate this one! ! ! Great job!