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your each word belongs feather
as the hope to be
tossing all the particles of love together,
even though the mass of heart inflated,
concentrating the extreme gravity,
as the black hole creates
yet to be grown maximum desires,
resolved all the anguishes,
flooded over the both shores,
where the soul grows with moon's glee
there heaven's aroma blowing
in the known galaxy
even at all no blank spaces
between she and me
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem