Illusion of moonlight lying in your Zedoary bush-
In the courtyard of dreams, points its hand,
A picture of your relaxed posture
A mirage is in the forest of desire.
You are still in the haunted house,
Search for the immense redness of the wide horizon in my atrium.
The illusion of love is shaken
Eternal love stays painted in sad eyes.
Own words intertwine and create an impossibly long line
Then being further extended-
Looking here and there, on your beautiful lips
Draws indescribably beautiful loud kisses
The spell of distant stars falls with joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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