When I am flying
In my castle of smoke
You pour on me
Avalanche of grace
When I am flowing
In my river of indulgence
You shower on me
Fragments of bliss
And yet you ask me
How I melted into puddles
and started dreaming mahogany dreams?
How I lost myself to the rubble
and started finding solitude in the spring?
and started finding solitude in the spring thus line is very beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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