Speak of happiness
Of death we heard
Much of sorrows
Tonight in soft
Satin and silk
A candle low
See the moth
In dance of love
We know we perish
Let us celebrate
The passing moment
Let the moth burn
In the heat of your love
7/12/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
here is an extract from mine which may befit yours as a sequel 'We come in masses; To turned in to ashes But will rise again like a phoenix To chase one more flame or deadly minx'. -10 anjali