As the smoke fades,
And the filter catches fire.
The memories coming from the cave,
From the pages of a diary they came.
The dizzy state of mind,
The only cause of melancholy,
In the crowd of satanic eyes,
Whose love is holy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. The way it develops makes it a superb presentation. Thanks.