When love peeps out of the garment
Lust breaks the wall in joyous ferment
Then the soul cries and the body dies
O tears tell me, what size is your size
that material love and we rush to the lust make the life illusion what the size is the questioning that love where he is heading and what the goal - illusion bravo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent poem on grief. enjoyed