You didn't find a secure corner in the sky
To plant the intimacy of previous night.
On the lap of rusty afternoon
Your sun yawns and spreads yellow,
Before drifting away quietly
From the sapphire core of zenith.
But don't bury hopes with the sun my love.
At the end of the day,
You have to pour smooth orange of dusk
On this invisible soil of infinite space.
'Cause the seeds of your nocturnal wishes
Surely will grow a tree someday,
With dazzling stars hanging
From the sweetness of romantic branches.
let us see with all sweetness to the dazzling star that is within all.. good one..
on the lap of rusty afternoon-heart touching this poetry is unique cuz it is full of great lines that made me think for a while hats off
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the sweetness of romantic branches eternity is wonderfully imagined with fragrance of writing....10