Love is
the birds
of imagination
with hope
of the perfect reflection.
I want
my arms to be lost
around your neck
what do you want
this silent evening
passing by
the phone booths,
with my phone number
written
by wind
on every phone.
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I would like to translate this poem
love yet heartful across wings of dream still it razzles blue by silent winds of hope.............well versed,10/10, thanks for sharing