Out of love
The rain falls
on the dry ground
in the same way
I fall
On my heart
With a red rose
Every day
In return
She offers her lips
I kiss her
With full emotions
She kindles a fire
But I douse
With the water
Brought from the well
Of my senses
Being wet
From head to leg
Like a fertile soil
She yields
Crops
In green blue red
in delight
I harvest
In time of my thoughtlessness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good write. enjoyed the read.