Did memory ever unleash in twilight hours?
Past oozing from wet wings sailing in blue.
Those days never passed,
Flickering moments reflected eternity;
My sight blurred when the sky veiled in vermillion.
Hapless soul!
Still waiting for never to happen love and the last kiss concealed…
It is the touch that made the story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem