While in your arms
I forget the flowers
Their soft petals
Opening to the mild sun
And drifting fragrance
Getting absorbed in your hair
While in your arms I forget myself
And stare at the hopping birds
Fighting to have a glance of your face
That keeps dipping while kissing me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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