How long am i running from love?
Why am i not sway with love?
Am going to the high place,
putting on the high hill,
Climbing the high mountain
with sweating on my body
Because i loved nobody.
Umm...
Until love turns me
To a pair of dice
Broke my pieces into peace
Drops to my heart like
Rain falling from the sky.
Love turns me to poet
And turns herself to daemon
That follows poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love turns me to poet, very good, I like it.