Beloved,
I'll see you in every blow of prayer.
That fly without wings
toward the eternity,
And I nevertheless did not find you.
I saw only the florets.
Growing on a branch of frangipani
as parasites - maybe.
But fragrant aroma,
intoxicating kissed on my poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful :) really, a stunning poem: D -w