Petallic beauty was so soft and pink and sweetest the dropping nectar touched long the sensation of dreaming a life never ends anywhere begins not any death any birth any fantastic fables to glorify legends. A stormy blizzard covered the conception of continents and tannery to engold the heels making sound on granite the victory defeat torture wild to shame beasts by tearing depths of deafening every hole of wholeness to smash to held high the crown!
Beauty petals sucked long not to suck anymore blood the vampires scrolling the story full of civilization. Come on, if die, die without any death! Come on the buds of beauty the beauty of budding fests, come on and close the windows to deprive the sun to develop the derivatives never got the logic to be ruptured by divine thrush and to be thrashed!
Pranab k c
21/04/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem