Her love came kicking like a whirlwind
It burns through my coated soul like a tornado
Taking with it the sugar brisks of emotions
it yonder like a volcano full of fury
burning in the furnace of melted hate
Ample in the torrents of memories
Though it came so slow like the tropical snail
It race passed me like chariots of horsemen
Only it few echoes remains and the vibrations
it sent to my elongated memories
of how soon we die in love
and how far we coaled in time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem