FATE FOR LOVE
By Chan Mongol
it's the pin dropped sound;
And nobody is seen around!
In the height of the night;
In no man's land, my best romantic sight!
The breeze of love did not blew over me;
From leaves of those trees, properly;
Air of love was blocked by the highrise;
That's why, the speed of love did not increase!
Perhaps, my fate for love was setup differently;
I meant to enjoy the love as a lonely, probably!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem