My whole world
is full of fragrance
without my own
evening party is full
I, my glass and memories
waiting for you
looking at your photo
the walls weep
and so do I
Love remains the same
Time passes by
not You And I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Mukesh, It's beautiful poem and your melancholy also. /Thanks for such fine comments../ Best wishes, Tsira