I was a desperate seed
And you a passing miracle wind
You took me in your arms
dancing with my desires
carrying me to the field of amour
sowing inside the soil of glamour
You watered my fate with kisses of faith
I came into leaf with your charming breath
If you come back one day
You will can see my fading away
If you return to pick my hopes
You will can see the traces of dewdrops
on a broken flower withered alone
beside a dry bush lying on the ground
You know they will be my yearning tears
waiting to evaporate in the separating heats
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely penned piece, Mohammad