The smiles, like a goddess over mountain peak
The smiles, that melt hearts fallen for pick
The smoke, rising up to kiss clouds underneath fire
The smoke, that hovers over a lovely lit fire
Naïve maid, a fathers' child key to father's heart
Naïve maid, a willing heart key to my longing heart!
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful and fascinating...brilliant write i love it thank you for sharing love payal