Love is
like milking a baby
and he stops
crying
No more hunger
but
when in hunger
he cries
He wants
to tell
but he can't
So, he cries
or smiles
Good feel
or bad feel
when in love
is just
like a baby
No words
to describe
You cry
or smile
Dear Sulaiman, Good expression and feeling.But I feel is something more than that.
Mother’s ancient glyphs, the heritage of artistry guiding you back toward her salty womb, but always reminding you at the last moment that one can never go home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice description...Really a nice poem