Lethal, she is with those
Pretty gorgeous, beauty simple,
Amber of shyness she wore
Flowers inferior with her aroma
Nurture by nature no any unnatural uncut by artificial.
Feel of un-feel beams of light
Her vividity in her eyes so bright
Dying to dive
Sinking in her love to float in her life.
Who is she?
Imagination of mine, is she.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I also like to dive into my imagination but I can't. Thanks for sharing. + 10.